Twenty-seven years ago, I imagined motherhood would look a certain way. I imagined school pictures and soccer games. Parent-teacher conferences and graduations. I imagined cheering from the sidelines and helping with homework. I imagined a path that felt familiar because it was the one I had seen so many families travel before me. What I didn't know then was that motherhood would ask me to become someone I never expected to be. An advocate. A researcher. A teacher. A translator between...

Putting my new e-bike together! On Sunday, we turned in the keys to our rental home. It was just a house, I suppose. But it was also so much more. It was the place where our blended family came together. A place filled with teenage energy, chaos, laughter, growth, and surprisingly, a lot of peace. It was the place where I always knew Hunter was home by the sound of his boots crossing the hardwood floors and whatever delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. It was the place where Dalton's...

Most all of us (We miss you Cole!) There was a time when I thought I knew what motherhood would look like. I had a picture in my mind—one shaped by stories, expectations, and the quiet assumptions we carry about how life is supposed to unfold. It was simpler. More predictable. Maybe even a little neater around the edges. But motherhood became more than I imagined. And I’m so grateful it did. This Mother’s Day, I keep coming back to one thought: God chose me to be their mom. Not by accident....