05/10/2026
I walked by our daughters’ room this morning as we were getting ready for church and I was struck, as I often am, by the beauty of it all.
Reflecting on this image, it’s beyond something I can put into words. It’s magic. It’s the holy, sacred work of pouring yourself out for a little person who so desperately needs you again and again and again. It’s feeling so unbelievably lucky that I get to, while also feeling overwhelmed and tired. It’s missing our son and all the adventures he should be leading his sisters into. My heart wells up to overflowing, sometimes with tears.
To be a mother is a gift.
Happy Mother’s Day to every mother, in every form that motherhood takes, in joy, in grief, in strain, in overwhelm, in the sleepless nights, through the tears and in the laughter 🤍
