Love is holding something fragile, tiny wings and downy head. Love is noisy midnight feedings, shoe box right beside the bed. It's peaceful sleeping, no more peeping, tucked in tightly, head to toes. Love is waking up together, side by side, and beak to nose. A girl and duckling share a tender, funny year as they grow together, care for each other, and learn that love is as much about letting go as it is about holding tight.