I could not give them warmth, or a hospital, or a single one of the ten thousand things I had wanted to give them.

But I could give them a mother who would not stop fighting for them even when fighting seemed pointless, and it turned out that this, of all the gifts I had prepared for my children, was the only one that mattered, and the only one the cold could not take.

They were born into the coldest place on earth.

But they were not born into a cold love.

They were born into the warmest love I have ever felt or given, burning at its absolute fiercest, in the one place it was needed most.