08/22/2026
As Monday approaches, I keep thinking about what losing my mom has taught me most: being alive is a gift.
So I refuse to spend this life only surviving what hurt me.
I want to live it. Really live it.
I want to laugh until my stomach hurts, love people well, forgive faster, worry less, take the trip, wear the dress, celebrate the little things and stop waiting for everything to be perfect before I allow myself to be happy.
I can miss my mom deeply and still thank God for the life in front of me.
I can carry grief and joy in the same heart.
And I can honor the life she lived by refusing to waste the one God has given me.
There is still beauty here. There is still purpose here. There is still joy here. And by the grace of God, I plan on finding every bit of it. ๐ค