10/18/2025
It’s been a really big week — one that’s left me feeling both tender and deeply grateful.
On Tuesday, our littlest wildling turned 7 months old, and I stepped into the sacred labyrinth of birth with a beloved client. The contrast of new life and deep reflection wasn’t lost on me.
On Wednesday, while quietly supporting that mother through her own transformation, I found myself smiling through the memories — remembering, laughing, and simply thanking God for this life. Because October 15th marked 10 years since my sweet husband, Ben, was called home to be with the Lord.
I was 26 then — a widow, a mother of three little ones, just trying to find my footing in a world that no longer made sense. And now, somehow, I’ve been without him longer than I was with him. Our babies — who were once 5, 2, and 5 months old — are now 15, 12, and 10. Time has both flown and stood still all at once.
I’m endlessly grateful for this life — for my husband, Norman, who stepped in and chose us, chaos and all. Together, we’ve added three more beautiful souls to our wild tribe.
On Thursday, October 17th, another sacred story was written — a precious baby brought earthside with so much grace, faith, and strength. My clients were warriors, leaning fully into God’s perfect plan.
Now that I’ve had a moment to reintegrate back into my own family, I feel a deep sense of peace washing over me. I remember Ben with so much love, gratitude, and awe. Ten years feels like both a lifetime and a breath.
All I can say is thank You.
Thank You, God, for carrying us through the refining fire. For protecting, shaping, and redeeming us. For never failing, even in the darkest nights.
And thank you to our village — to those who remember every single year. Who reach out, who hold space, who remind me of how far I’ve come when I can’t see it myself.
Ten years later, there’s still grief — but there’s also immeasurable peace, radiant joy, and a heart overflowing with gratitude.
