Thirty Eight

Thirty-seven was a bit hectic. Truthfully, it stretched me in ways I didn’t expect. It tested my strength, my patience, my faith. But here I am, another journey around the sun, in good health, a supportive and loving partner, blessed children, an amazing family and friends who show up in ways that matter. For all of that, I am deeply grateful.

I’m grateful for the things we often overlook. I didn’t need to be hospitalized. I didn’t need life support or oxygen. I am alive, whole and hearty. That alone is a gift I don’t take lightly. Waking up healthy is a quiet miracle, and I honor it today.

This new year feels promising. I genuinely believe it’s ushering in new goodness. Even though some days still feel gloomy because life isn’t always bright, I can sense that this chapter holds light. Growth. Healing & Purposefulness.

One of my greatest sources of gratitude is my children. They see beyond noise, beyond labels, beyond what people say. They work incredibly hard, not just to succeed, but to make me proud, and they do, effortlessly. Every single day. 

As I step into 38, my focus is clear. I intend to continue to be a supportive and loving partner. A nurturing, present mother. And a kind human to those around me. Not perfect, just intentional. Gentle. Honest & Loving.

Last year wasn’t the easiest, but it will forever remain one of the most meaningful years of my life. Because that was the year I met the love of my life. The man who changed everything. The man who changed my story.

I found something sacred. I found family in its truest form.

So today, at 38, I don’t just celebrate age. I celebrate survival. Growth. Love. Gratitude. I celebrate becoming and all the beauty that still lies ahead.

Here’s to a bright new year

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