A simple celebration of our daughter turning ten.


I’ve found myself studying mothers and fathers just a few years in front of my steps. I watch their pride swell as the ones they held hands of and tucked in bed with stories now bound forward in freedom fueled by dreams, independent.
I feel the invisible tension of time as limbs extend and horizons expand and moment by moment children are transformed into adults, pulled one discovery at a time, metamorphosing step by step, mistake by triumph by miracle into a wider world they’ll make their own.
It’s a privilege I don’t take for granted;
I never could’ve imagined this adventure of watching my children grow. See, it was an unparalleled gift to meet them. That chapter of becoming a mother, sentences of holding them new against my chest, navigating all it took to nourish their tiny bodies and all the tears and pain and delight along the way-
it was all God breathed grace.
But starting to turn the page now into this chapter of of my story where I now get to know these spectacular human beings? Where I get to nurture their hearts and marvel at their minds and step back and watch the art that is the way they live? No words can express this humbling honor.

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