04/28/2026
Twenty years ago, I became a mom… and I was just 20 myself.
We grew up together, you and me.
There were seasons where it was just us—figuring life out one day at a time, learning strength, resilience, and what unconditional love really looks like. I didn’t have it all together (far from it), but I had you… and somehow that was always enough to keep me going.
Watching you now, independent, steady, navigating real life with courage and character…feels like standing on the other side of a story I once prayed we’d make it through. And you did more than make it through… you’ve built something of your own.
You’ve handled hard things. You’ve grown through situations that could have broken you. And you continue to show up with a quiet strength that makes me so incredibly proud to call you my son.
One of the greatest gifts in my life has been watching your world expand beyond me… while still knowing the kind of heart you carry with you everywhere you go.
You’ve also given me something I didn’t even know to dream about, watching you as a big brother in a whole new way. Time and distance have created space for something really special. The way Karrington chooses you now…the lunches, the time together, the friendship you’ve built, it means more to me than I can put into words. And the way Beckett lights up when you walk through the door… the way you show up for him now… it’s something he’ll carry with him forever.
Half my life, I’ve been your mom.
And every single year, it becomes more of an honor.
Happy 20th birthday, Christopher.
There will never be a version of this world where I’m not endlessly proud of you.
I love you—always, in all ways. 🤍