When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I searched my phone for photos of me with my kids.
There weren’t many.
There were no photos of us
on the walls either—no moments
of them in my arms, no evidence
of the joy we lived every day.
And it hit me…
one day, these would be the photos they would look for. The ones that say, this was our mom. This is what it felt like to be loved by her.
My children are my heartbeat.
And I know this matters
more than I ever realized.
I don't want you to wait to be in the photos.
Let’s make them together.
I’m your family storyteller who…
sees like a mother,
guides like a friend,
and tells your story the way a writer would.
I notice the moments most people miss—
the in-between, the imperfect, the ones that don’t feel big now… but will be someday.
Because these are the days that become the good old days. I’m here to help you see the beauty in them—and hold onto them just a little bit longer.
I married a boy named Erik—we met in third grade, which still feels unreal. He's the literal best!
We have 8 kids (yes, eight), and they’re all my besties. They're endlessly creative and my go-to models (with a little bribery).
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