10/05/2026
There’s something incredibly humbling about this season of life.
In my late 50s, I find myself standing in a place I never fully understood until I arrived here—welcoming new life into our family while also caring for a parent who is nearing the end of his.
There are beautiful new beginnings happening alongside painful goodbyes. There is the joy of holding a new grandchild and watching the next generation begin their story, while at the same time helping a parent through the final chapters of his.
It’s exhausting. It’s emotional. Some days it’s incredibly hard.
But it’s also a blessing.
Because somewhere in the middle of all of it, I’m being reminded just how precious and fleeting this life really is.
We spend so much of our younger years rushing—building careers, raising families, solving problems, planning for what comes next. And then one day, you realize that these ordinary moments we so easily rush through are actually the moments that matter most.
So right now, I’m trying to be present for all of it—the beginnings, the endings, the laughter, the tears, the exhaustion, and the love.
This season may be one of the most challenging of my life, but I have a feeling it may also become one of the most meaningful. ❤️