I imagined this day would look differently. I dreamt of holding a newborn baby boy or girl on this day. I anticipated the growth of a belly, embracing stretch marks and all. I longed for a nursery. For this child to one day call me Mommy.Read More
From journal scribblings made to blog posts, my hope is that my story somehow gives you the sense that you're not alone in your journey. Whether you're grieving, in a season of waiting, or just simply looking for a glimpse of hope, my prayer is that these words would make you feel at home.