These Beloved Tiny Feet

These Beloved Tiny Feet

I watch her toddle across the kitchen floor, soft curls bouncing with every step, and I can’t help but stare at her tiny feet. They were the first part of her I really studied when she was placed in my arms—wrinkled, pink, impossibly small. I remember thinking...
The Days I Don’t Feel Like Enough

The Days I Don’t Feel Like Enough

There are days — quiet ones, chaotic ones, everything-in-between ones — when I don’t feel like enough. Not patient enough.
Not present enough.
Not playful enough.
Not put-together enough. Some days, the dishes pile up while my temper unravels. The laundry overflows...