09/12/2026
I don’t think the version of me from last September—grieving a pregnancy loss and praying for another baby—would have believed what this September would look like.
I prayed for this life, but if I’m honest, I had my doubts that a prayer that big could ever be answered.
And yet, here we are. Back in our hometown, raising our girls a few minutes away from family, settling into the 91-year-old home that holds so many memories for me with it being where my childhood best friend grew up, and holding our sweet baby girl in our arms.
Last September held so much loss. This September holds the reminder that grief and hope can exist in the same story—and that sometimes the life you’ve been praying for is already making its way to you, even when you can’t see it yet. 🤍