09/04/2026
Becoming a mother split me open
in ways I didn’t know my heart could stretch.
It unraveled the woman I had always been
and slowly, tenderly, stitched me back together
into someone new.
This year held moments that defined me.
Moments that were heavy, humbling, and hard.
Moments that asked more of me
than I thought I had to give.
But somewhere in the middle of the long nights,
the learning, the loving, the letting go
and the holding on,
I found pieces of myself again.
Not the old version of me
but the one that grew from all of it.
A mother.
A wife.
A friend.
A daughter.
Still becoming. Still unfolding.
Still learning how strong I really am.
And for the first time in a while,
I feel like I’m settling into this new me
with a quiet kind of confidence.
All I know for sure, is,
I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
And I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming.
Here’s to chapter 34!💖
P.S. thank you all for the birthday love! I truly felt so loved and cared for this year. My heart is full 🥲
