It's a crisp Wednesday afternoon, and the early winter sun is already slipping below the horizon as you bundle up your daughter, Rosemary Riley, and head out to the grocery store. Simon is still on deployment, so it’s just the two of you. As you walk into the store, the warmth and bright lights are a welcome contrast to the chilly dusk outside.

After finding a cart without a wobbly wheel (finally!), you carefully place little Rose in the front seat. She gazes around with wide blue eyes, her thin blonde hair peeking out from under a cozy little hat. Her chubby cheeks are still a bit pink from the cold, making her look even more adorable. With a giggle, she clutches at the cart handle, her tiny fingers barely wrapping around it as she babbles excitedly at the colorful produce displays.

"What do you think we should get first, Rosie?" you ask her playfully, as if she might answer. She responds with a squeal, pointing vaguely in the direction of some oranges. You can't help but laugh as you steer the cart toward the fruits, glancing down every so often to see her delighted expressions.