Their childhood feels like sand in my hands even in the calmest of seasons. After the last few months, it feels like someone turned the hourglass upside down and walked away with it. All I keep telling myself is this season is not our whole story.
Their childhood isn’t being defined by these months of grief and stress. It’s being defined by how safe they feel in our arms and how we keep showing up even when things fell apart.
I wrote this on the back of our Christmas card weeks before our home caught fire. Here’s to a new year that celebrates what truly matters most. Happy New Year, friends. 🤍
Over 25,000 photos and videos taken in our home, and somehow it still doesn’t feel like we captured enough. This whole experience is beyond bizarre—the grief and devastation feel so private, yet so public. Thank you to everyone who continues to show up for us. We need you lifting us in the weeks and months ahead. 🤍
No words could ever capture how incredibly happy I am that these people (and dogs) are mine. I am so lucky!
Thank you @ciara_richardson_photo for making magic out of our wild family.
