a favorite birthday tradition.

Since becoming a mama, it feels impressed upon my soul that my birthday is not merely my special day. After bringing two of my own precious people into the world, the weight of what a birthday means feels even more pronounced. I can’t help but think that my birthday doesn’t just belong to me. My…

3 little things that feel big.

The little things are often big things. The small, everyday moments can be some of the sweetest. A small, trusting hand in mine. Sunshine on our faces while we sit on the porch, watching cars. My son’s easy laughter. My daughter proudly making the letter “A” for the first time. A text to remind me…