05/10/2026
Yesterday, I spent the day with my mom and my three babies- driving all around town, running errands, laughing at ourselves, talking over each other, navigating meltdowns, and soaking in all the silly, ordinary moments in between.
All day long, beneath the ordinary moments, I just kept thinking to myself:
These are the good old days.
I still have my mom.
And I get to be a mom.
What an indescribable gift that is. 😭
Watching my babies delight in their grandmother while I still get to love and lean on my own mom at the same time feels almost too beautiful to put into words. And maybe part of what makes it feel so emotional is knowing one day, one generation will be missing from days like this.💔
And this morning, I get to walk into church beside both generations at once - my mom beside me, my babies beside us. Such seemingly small moments, yet they feel incredibly sacred to me lately.
Nothing extraordinary even happened this weekend.
But somehow it all felt holy anyway.
Happy Mother’s Day to the women who love so deeply, nurture so faithfully, and shape generations in a thousand ordinary moments that end up meaning everything. 🙏🤍