This space was born from love, loss, and everything that comes after.
I am a mama of three: two in my arms and one in heaven. My baby boy’s heart beat for 54 minutes and those minutes impacted me forever.
Here, you’ll find honest reflections of grief and healing, motherhood in the middle of heartbreak, and the quiet, ordinary moments that still ask to be lived. I write from my kitchen, my garden, and the in-between spaces of raising little ones while carrying a loss that never leaves.
I am a homeschooling, holistic stay-at-home mom, learning to slow down, even when life doesn’t. I love baking, growing things, and dreaming of a gentler, simpler life.
My faith has been part of me my whole life, but after losing my son, it’s no longer simple. This is a place where I wrestle, question, and hold onto God in ways that are fragile and fierce.
If you are grieving, questioning, healing, or just trying to make it through the day—you are not alone here.
This is a space for remembering, for honesty, and for quiet hope.