01/08/2026
This one is personal. These are my own babies. It's hard to believe I ever grew them now. They're each their own wonderful kind of magic, and as all kids do, they're growing up so fast. It's hard to grasp, it's tricky to stop and appreciate the now, and it's freaking fleeting; slipping away. Where I'm at with her- well, she'd tell me not to post that expression of her on the internet (I personally wonder if I'm doing right by posting at all), but it shows you her age and where she's at. She's still the biggest lover, I mean, look how she's snuggling that little brother. Yesterday in the truck on our drive home from sports practice, her voice said to me from the backseat, "It's all hope, heart and crossed fingers." I asked if she was talking about dance or hockey, her boyfriend, or what, and she said, "Everything. It's all hope, heart and crossed fingers." I think I may actually need that tattoo. She's my magic. She really is. She inspires me and always has. Just a pure heart. Baby number two... don't we all know the sayings are all true about that one! Ha! He's got my heart, he's got me wrapped around his finger. He knows he's the love of my life, and he hears it often. That boy is full sweetness. He talks sweet, he jumps off things sweetly, he builds legos and makes signs and character cut outs sweetly, he says, "Awww you're the best." a million times each week. I hope he never, ever loses that sweet innocent heart. He's the best snuggler, but I will admit, I woke up with his little feet in my tailbone several times this morning, which somehow left my chest aching and it was definitely due to that sneaky bed hog. Still, these are the days, this is what matters. These are my babies, and this is my reason for wanting to fall in love with my work and my clients' stories, because they are watching. They are learning what it means to pour into something you care about every late night at the desk, every weekend that I'm traveling to weddings, they see their mom pouring into her craft. I want them to know nothing comes easy (and if it does, you probably don't want it anyway), and it's worth it to love hard with everything you do, and everyone you meet. Why the hell not? What's the point if you don't let yourself fall in love with it all? xo, Kate
