Eight weeks already, and I keep thinking about how different this feels from those first newborn bubble weeks when I couldn't do much more than stay on the bed and nurse. The thing I've loved most lately is being able to pick up Poppy and Elliott again, scooping them up for snuggles, helping them with something, carrying them when they need me. For weeks I felt so limited, standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Anthony to bring them down to me, and now I can just reach down and lift them up like I used to. Elliott keeps asking me, "better now?" because I always told him that when I'm healed and better I could pick him up again, and even though I've picked him up quite a bit by now, he still asks me every time. I just laugh and tell him, yeah little man, I've been better for a few weeks now.

Our days have more of a solid routine now. Clive usually nurses then goes down around 9 or 10pm, then wakes around 2 or 3am, then again around 5 or 6am, and after that he sleeps until 8:30am. He was in my bed with me for a while, but we recently set up his crib in my room right next to my bed, so Poppy and Elliott can sleep in our bed when they want to and Clive is still close enough that I can grab him easily in the night. We go to bed around 9:30pm, so even though I’m getting up in the night I still feel rested, I haven’t felt too tired this way. Usually I’ll nurse one side, then change his diaper and nurse him on the other. The times I’ve skipped the second side and laid him back down, he’s woken up so much sooner, so I try to do a full feeding every time he wakes, which gets me more sleep in a row after.

In the mornings Anthony works out first while I do the early feeding, and then we switch. He takes Clive so I can go get my own workout in with red light therapy, and he starts breakfast with the kids. We come back in and all do devotion together over breakfast, and then for the past five weeks we’ve been heading to ISR (Infant Swim Rescue) lessons. When we get back it’s lunch, and the afternoon is when I’ll get on the computer, film, or work in the garden, depending on the day. I’m wearing Clive for most of his naps. I’ll either wear him until he falls asleep and then lay him in his crib, or if we’re staying inside I’ll just keep him on me because he sometimes sleeps better that way. But if I’m going to be out in the heat, I like to put him down in his crib so he can get a solid nap. I really just go off what he’s doing. I don’t stress about what time he sleeps or where he sleeps, as long as he sleeps, that’s the most important part.

Back to ISR, because it's been a whole thing these past weeks. When we first started, both kids were screaming and crying and they didn't want to do it, they were scared of the water, especially without their swim vests on, (our instructor had us get rid of the swim vests after the first day since she said they teach kids a false sense of security and put them in the wrong position for learning to swim). Those first three days were rough enough that I wasn't sure it would be like this the whole time, but then something switched. The lessons are only ten minutes each so they're quick, but they're going every day and seeing the same instructor, and they started understanding what to do, and the quicker they did the amount of swims required the quicker the lesson would be over, and then they started having fun with it.

Now Elliott cries when the lesson ends because he wants to keep swimming! Which after that first week of tears is not something I saw coming, but so proud of them both. We've been having good talks with them about how good things are often hard, as much as we can explain it to them anyway. Poppy understands it more than Elliott does and it's been a sweet little lesson for all of us.

I'd been resting and taking it slow for weeks now, wondering the whole time if it was doing anything, and yesterday at my postpartum check with Shannon I finally found out…

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There's a moment in recent mornings, before the house is really awake, where I take Clive outside with me and the sun is just coming up and it's still cool out and the birds are going, and it's so peaceful that I sit there for a little while with the light in my eyes. I'm standing in the middle of eighteen garden beds with my coffee, trying to remember which things need harvesting and which will need to be rotated out soon, thinking about the seeds I want to start, admiring the wildflowers….it's my favorite way to start the day. Back in California our mornings looked nothing like this. We'd make eggs or run out for breakfast burritos from Erewhon, and we spent almost no time in our own backyard. It's funny, when I think of California living it seems like I should have been outside all the time, but we were always on the go, in the car, off to places, in the air conditioning on hot days.

I think about our house we sold in Pasadena sometimes, and the flowers growing in the backyard were so beautiful, but the lot was mainly on a hill and shaded by these gorgeous old oak trees, not much sun all day in the flat areas I would have needed for garden beds, and looking at it now I know my garden never could have thrived there the way it does here. And we certainly couldn't have had chickens for our own eggs. It's strange to realize how much of our life has changed in a year and a half…

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A month in with Clive, and the thing that keeps surprising me is how settled it all feels. After my home birth and my healing I wrote about in Two Weeks Postpartum and Three Weeks Postpartum I went into this one bracing for the chaos of three littles, that pulled-in-every-direction feeling I remember so well from before, and it hasn't come. These first weeks have been calmer than any postpartum I've had, and it's taken me a while to figure out why, because it isn't that three littles is somehow easier than two. I think it's that I'm so much more go-with-the-flow this time, I'm not stressing over the little things I would have with the others. I heard a mom say once that the more kids you have the easier it gets, and I never thought that made much sense, but I'm starting to understand it now.

We took Clive’s one month photo with this little milestone marker the same way I did for all the other kids, and he’s just lying there so still. We have videos of Elliott from right after he learned to roll where I’d lay him down for his monthly photo and he’d immediately flip over and start scooting out of the frame, and you can hear me laughing because there was no getting him to stay, and I know that’s coming for Clive too.

Our days move around him the way they do when they’re this small. I’m still nursing pretty constantly and he loves to be snug in the baby wrap for his naps, which I loveee because it means I’m hands free and can get around the house with him close. At night he nurses even more before he’s down around nine, then he’s up again around two, and again around six, and some nights a little more depending on how he’s feeling, but the thing I love most about nursing is that it soothes every situation, it doesn’t matter what he’s crying about or where we are, nursing solves it and that has made everything so much easier. I took him to an event the other night for Divi and he did so great, slept through most of it, and the second he started to fuss I sat down on the couch and nursed him and he was happy again, it was really sweet.

I'm also nursing what feels like every two hours all day, and now that I'm moving out of that early resting mindset and trying to get back into a routine, it can feel all consuming. I'll get him down for a nap in the wrap planning to get something done, and then he's up and ready to eat again and the list I made in my head just doesn't happen, and I'm learning to let the to-do list be slower than the old version of me wants it to be. But all that feeding is doing exactly what it's supposed to, he's a total chunk, he went from the 74th percentile up to the 96th, and he's 12 pounds now at his one month check.

Although I keep calling Clive, Elliott. I’ll be talking to him, or asking one of the kids to grab me something for him, and Elliott’s name comes out, and Jadyn does the same thing, we keep catching each other doing it and laughing, like how do we keep doing this out of habit, I think some part of me is still catching up to there being a new little boy in the house.

Poppy and Elliott couldn’t be more different about him. Poppy will hold him, but only when she’s sure it’ll be quick and he won’t fuss, and the second he makes the smallest noise she’s handing him right back…”Mom, he needs you, I think he’s hungry”, she takes it so seriously and can’t relax until he’s back with me. Elliott is the complete opposite, he wants to hold Clive all the time and be near him constantly, and it’s the sweetest thing how smitten he is even though he still has no idea how strong he is. I lay Clive out flat on a blanket by the window in the playroom so he can stretch out and look outside, which he loves, but the second Elliott’s up from his nap…that’s over, because he’ll come straight for him to try to poke at him or scoop him up himself.

We pulled our first real harvest out of the garden this week too, and I made a ground beef pesto pasta with steamed greens from it, and there was something about sitting down to a dinner knowing most of it came from right outside our door. It's a small thing, but it's the kind of moment we were hoping for when we moved here, and I don't take it for granted.

And then there are nights like this week where all six of us somehow ended up piled on my bed together. Poppy and Elliott had their little figurine horses out doing all the voices, “Hi, my name is horse” .., and Jadyn had Clive resting on her, and I just sat there in the middle of all of it trying to take a mental picture of it, because I know what this is, everyone still little, everyone still here under one roof (while Jadyn is home for the summer from college), and it won’t stay this way.

We were over with Anthony's family the other night, and his sister asked us, do you guys want another baby?…

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Last week, I shared the emotional side of these first weeks, and I promised I’d come back with all the specific things I’ve been using and loving the most, so here it is, three weeks in, what our days look like now and everything that’s getting me through…

The time is flying, and three weeks already doesn't feel possible. I'm up and moving around a little more now, baking something here or there and straightening up, but I'm still trying not to be on my feet for long stretches.

(These cowboy cookies didn't last, I'd made a big batch while I was pregnant and froze them for postpartum, but everyone ate through them in the first week, so I made more yesterday. So good!)

We had a few rainy days this past week, and they helped me mentally, because I knew I couldn't be out doing things anyway, so there was nothing to feel guilty about. It's the sunny days that get me. I'll look outside and think, okay, it's beautiful, I need to be productive, and then I have to talk myself back down and remember that this slower stretch is exactly what my body needs.

Our days have a small routine now even if they blur together a little. I nurse Clive until around 6am, and then he'll either go back down for a bit or, if he seems up, Anthony will take him out so I can get a little more rest before the other kids are up around 7:30. The one thing I'm strict about is getting all of us outside first thing to get that morning light in our eyes. After that Anthony makes us smoothies and then coffee while the kids play for a while. I recently got them a sand kit (perfect for a rainy day inside) and a little outdoor pool that have been saving us while we haven't left the house much, and they love the mini pool because they fill it with their toys and play like it's a little bathtub. Then it's back to nursing on my bed or in the chair. Later we'll all go out to the garden for a bit, where the kids love playing with the chickens, and I'll sit out there until Clive starts getting too sweaty and we head back in.

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After my home birth experience I felt more prepared going into postpartum than I ever have. Two weeks in and it's still managed to surprise me…

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This is my fourth baby and I've had all different types of births. My first was a c-section, my second was medicated in the hospital, my third was unmedicated in the hospital, and this was my first home birth. This birth moved even quicker than my last and my midwife missed it by ten minutes. I get into all of that in this post…how it all went and my overall thoughts about the experience.

Let me back up for a second because to understand why this experience was so different for me, you have to know where I started. With my c-section I had just turned twenty and the doctor made it seem like it would be an easier route, and I thought so too, but the recovery was terrible even for me being so young. It was an elective c-section, not medically necessary, and I had no idea what I was agreeing to. I knew I never wanted to do that again. The recovery process was downplayed and the worst of the pain was after Jadyn was born, not during, and not being able to lift her and having staples was the hardest part.

With Poppy I really wanted to have a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) and my doctor at the time kept pushing a scheduled c-section, even though fourteen years had passed and I wasn't high risk for rupture based on my scar type. She kept finding reasons to talk me out of it, even telling me at one point that Poppy's head was too big and I'd most likely need a c-section anyway and wanted to refer me to a specialist. When I looked up the specialist and read the reviews saying he almost always recommended c-sections, I knew I needed to find a different doctor. I ended up leaving that practice at eight months pregnant to find someone who would be open to me trying, and I found one who believed in me and listened to what I wanted. I had a successful medicated VBAC with Poppy but I almost didn't make it to the hospital in time to get the epidural. I begged one of the nurses, told her I'd sit still during a contraction. I wasn't mentally prepped to do it without. I got the epidural and everything slowed down, I couldn't tell if I was pushing when they told me to, and my legs being numb after was something I didn't like. The recovery wasn't nearly as bad as the c-section but I definitely felt more out of it after, and I never considered going unmedicated at that point, absolutely not. That thought didn't even cross my mind… until Elliott.

Then with Elliott it seemed to go from zero to a hundred quick and by the time contractions were getting intense we were frantically trying to get things together to leave for the hospital. I had him at 38 weeks and assumed I'd have until 40…so no hospital bag was packed. By the time we got there I had the urge to push and they told me right away there was no time for an epidural. I was so mad at myself because I knew we'd left too late, I'd told myself I wouldn't do that again after arriving too close with Poppy. The panic of knowing I'd be doing it without lasted about a second, because the nurses told me to get into whatever position felt right and kept telling me I could do this and it would be quick. And they were right. I was free to be in any position I wanted, I could actually feel myself pushing, and I felt way more in control than I expected. It was intense but it was over fast, and the moment he was born I could feel the relief of it that I hadn't felt the same way with an epidural. I felt amazing afterwards with no numbness having to wear off and Elliott was much more alert than Poppy was too. The cramping after was uncomfortable because you can feel all of that right away, but it gave me the confidence that I could do it again. It wasn't like I had originally thought it would be. Where the epidural slows things down, going without it lets your body do what it needs to do without anything getting in the way, your body takes over and knows what to do. After Elliott I started thinking differently, not just that I could do unmedicated again, but that the hospital itself was starting to feel unnecessary for how my births were going. The scariest part of that whole experience wasn't the birth, it was the rushing to get there in time and not feeling safe in the car while I was in active labor.

With how quickly things had progressed I knew that unless I got to the hospital when contractions weren’t painful yet, that was really the only way I’d make it there in time, and I didn’t feel like the hospital did much for me with an unmedicated birth anyway. I knew I could do it at home with a good team and an emergency plan in place, and moving to Tennessee made that feel even more possible. Out here anyone who’s pregnant, you ask them who their doctor is and it’s always “I have a midwife.” It’s very common here to do a home birth, so much so that there’s a popular clinic that’s hard to get into and I was told the moment I got a positive pregnancy test to call and get scheduled, otherwise they book out. They wouldn't take me because I was a VBAC, which gave me a weird feeling at first because I've done it before, I know how my births go, I just needed someone trained in VBAC in case of rupture. I was referred to Shannon, who was also hard to get into because she was in high demand, but she takes on higher risk cases for people like me who get turned away from some standard midwife clinics. I talk more about her credentials and how she helped me prep for labor in the posts linked here:

1. Everything’s Different This Time

2. What I Changed After My Last Midwife Appointment

3. My Midwife’s Labor Prep Plan (and What I’ve Added on My Own)

4. My Midwife Home Visit: The Full Plan, My Labor Kit, and Postpartum Essentials

The day before he was born, I was almost 40 weeks when I went in for what I hoped would be my last prenatal checkup. Everything felt so heavy and the pressure was very low, I knew things were close. But when she checked on him his heart rate was much higher than normal, which can be a sign of stress…

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For three years we talked about growing our own food and having animals and this spring we're finally in it, and it hasn't gone exactly as planned. The baby is almost here, Jadyn moves home soon, and this month I'm getting personal, including some things about who I'm becoming that I'm still figuring out…

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If you missed my last pregnancy update I'd love for you to check it out as this is a follow up, (but this one stands on its own too). I went to my midwife appointment yesterday and one of the first things she told me was to stop drinking something I had recently added to my routine. I'm sharing what it was and why, what she has me drinking instead, the new prep she's added to my birth plan, what she's assigned both Anthony and me to read before this baby comes, and a faith based birth method I had never heard of until yesterday that I'm already diving into. Sharing it all in this post for my Substack family:

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A year ago I was wondering if we had made a huge mistake. Now I can't imagine living any other way, and it's not for the reasons I expected. God has been in every detail of this year, some so perfectly timed they still give me chills. How it felt to finally close the California chapter, the reality of those first weeks in our new home, the morning routine that changed everything for me as a mom, why I stepped back from the content I was known for, and some new beginnings for our family I haven't shared here yet...

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This is a very personal pregnancy post. Between my c-section with Jadyn and barely making it to the hospital with both Poppy and Elliott for VBACs, I've never had a calm birth story. This time everything is different and there's a specific reason for that. I get into all of it here. What I found out about my body that changed this entire pregnancy and the birth plan we've chosen and the team I've put together and how I'm testing and preparing differently… sharing it all in this post for my Substack family:

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At 2am Saturday night we woke up to what sounded like gunshots. It was trees exploding from the weight of the ice, their branches crashing against the side of our house as they fell. We lay there in the dark, not sure what we would find the next morning. Welcome to our first Tennessee winter storm!

We went through our first real ice storm this past weekend and I think because we were really prepared, it wasn’t as bad as we thought. Which is good. But I learned so much about weather that I had been completely clueless about during all my life in California.

There’s this IG account that everyone here follows called Nashville Severe Weather, and in the days leading up to January 24th they were doing constant updates and live YouTube streams breaking down exactly how bad the ice would be. That’s when I first heard terms like “freezing rain” and “exploding trees.” I had no idea these were even things. Back in California, sometimes my deliveries would get delayed and I’d see a notice that said “due to bad weather” and I’d just think, huh, I guess there’s a winter storm somewhere. I had no concept that there were so many more ways weather could go wrong beyond just snow or rain. Turns out snow is the fun fluffy part. It’s the freezing rain that comes afterward that creates real problems, coating everything in ice until tree branches can’t hold the weight anymore.

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This month brought endings and new beginnings, and a few moments I don't want to forget. I'm keeping the rest of this update for my Substack family. The full December update continues below for subscribers. Check out my November update or October update if you missed that:

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I took a few days offline and came back to headlines I’m still processing. I have more questions than answers right now, but this is why I love this space exactly for that… sometimes I just need to get my thoughts out. I’m keeping the rest of this for my Substack family. The full post continues below:

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I got teary eyed in front of our new house this weekend. Not because anything was wrong but because I could suddenly see it all so clearly, the life we’re building, the memories our kids will carry with them. This week was full of moments like that. In this post I’m sharing everything from our Thanksgiving menu and what I’d do differently next year, to reflections on turning thirty nine and what this decade has taught me. Plus all the little details from our week with visitors, birthday celebrations, and why I’m feeling more settled than ever heading into the last year of my thirties..

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I’m going to be really honest about this month. The waiting, the praying for something specific when it seemed like God was saying no, and the moment everything changed on what felt like the last possible day.

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It’s crazy to think how fast all of this has evolved. When I look back on my own childhood far as tech goes, compared to Poppy and Elliott, it’s extremely different. I used a landline for most of my life until end of sophomore year I had a small Nokia phone that could do predictive text and that was really advanced at the time. I was really strict that my friends HAD to call me on nights and weekends when my minutes were free, because I paid for the cheapest plan and I wasn’t about to be charged extra for going over. But I most certainly didn’t have the internet in my pocket. When I first started learning to drive around LA, or heading to the beach in my ‘95 Jetta stick shift, I had to print out MapQuest directions like it was a school project. If I missed a turn, that was it… I would usually start crying and then have to turn around until I found my way back to where I could get on track again. I actually knew my way around pretty well back then because I had to memorize the route in case I got lost. I was definitely doing more critical thinking daily because I didn’t have a computer to do it for me. Anthony and I both remember dial-up internet, waiting ten minutes for one song to download on Limewire, recording songs off the radio onto cassette tapes. We knew what our technology was doing because we could see it doing it. The phone made calls. The VCR recorded. Simple.

But now? Elliott and Poppy are growing up in a world where iPhones are normal and everything streams at their fingertips. Critical thinking is going downhill quick, and in my opinion, AI is helping to accelerate that decline. Since ChatGPT launched in 2022, mainstream AI has taken over almost every corner of technology. Within three years it went from curiosity to a driving force behind business, education, art, and media. I remember being on a brand trip in early 2023 and mentioning that I’d used ChatGPT to help narrow down my son’s name. I thought I was being efficient, using AI instead of flipping through old fashioned thick baby name books, but someone on the trip looked at me and asked, “Wait, what’s ChatGPT? Is that an app or something?” Hard to believe that was only two years ago, now try to find a person who’s never heard of ChatGPT or hasn’t used it before, good luck.

We’re all using AI for simple tasks now… analyzing contracts, coding, customer service, etc. Anthony’s helping small businesses implement AI automation systems right now to improve their customer service and help keep their budget down, so I see the benefits. I also use it for various random tasks, recently it analyzed my bloodwork results to tell me how I can optimize my health, and helping me plan a trip like a travel agent, or research in replacement of Google. So don’t get me wrong there are really valuable uses for it. But the part that’s been nagging at me is realizing that AI might not be fully all what it appears to be. I got this feeling when I was trying to research something specific about the Bible using ChatGPT and it continued to tell me it couldn’t help with that…I thought it was supposed to be neutral? like a research library? It weirded me out a bit but I shrugged it off…

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Anthony and I are both 38, which makes us “elder millennials” and we’re definitely not who Mamdani was talking to. His biggest supporters are Gen Z kids in their twenties who’ve never known a world where a college degree guarantees a good job or where a starter home costs less than half a million dollars. Anthony and I got married at 26 and spent a good majority of our early marriage eating ramen and driving crappy cars so we could throw every penny at our student loans. Date nights meant buying a value pack of craft beer and watching Law and Order because movie theaters weren’t in the budget. I’ve never felt a bigger sense of freedom that came from paying off our final student loans to Sallie Mae (we had 150k combined). We finally bought our first home in CA at 33, which felt impossible during all those years of feeling like we were drowning in debt. But here’s what made the difference: we genuinely believed the math would work if we stuck to it. Budget every dollar, find ways to bring in more money, sell stuff we didn’t need, repeat. We trusted that working the Dave Ramsey plan would actually lead somewhere and it did. These Gen Z voters supporting Mamdani don’t believe that anymore. They think the game is rigged and looking at housing prices (and interest rates!) now versus when we bought just five years ago, I can’t entirely blame them. Their solution terrifies me because I know socialism isn’t the answer, but I understand why they’re desperate enough to try it…

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I just had a fascinating conversation on the After Party podcast with Emily Jashinsky about my encounter with Dr. Fauci that left me feeling misled, why I left the progressive bubble, and what it really means to be authentic in the influencer world. Check it out here.

After that episode, I got a thoughtful message that really stuck with me. This person wrote: “I’ve been following you for a while and noticed you mentioned that your ideas and beliefs have changed and that you now identify as conservative. I think that kind of personal transformation really interesting. Would you mind sharing what influenced that shift or what experiences led you there? I’m kind of stuck between those ideological wars so it would be really helpful to know what helped you to strongly believe what you believe.”

This message hit different because it was honest and genuinely curious, not combative or accusatory. It reminded me that so many people are quietly wrestling with the same questions I was. They’re caught between what they’ve been told to believe and what their gut is telling them. They see the contradictions but don’t know if they’re allowed to question them. I was there for years. So let me tell you what actually happened, not the sanitized version, but the real story of how my worldview fell apart and got rebuilt.

So I want to share my story, not to convince anyone of anything, but because I think it might be helpful to hear how someone else worked through it. And if nothing else, maybe it’ll encourage you to start asking your own questions instead of just accepting the answers you’ve been given.

Like I said, the shift didn’t happen overnight, it was gradual (I talk more in-depth about this in my previous post here.) For years I consumed what I thought were the gold standard of news sources: NPR, CNN, the New York Times. I trusted these institutions to give me the full picture. Why would I question it? They were the professionals, the fact-checkers, the ones doing real investigative journalism. I assumed they were after truth, working hard to present the whole story without bias. Or so I thought, bless my heart…

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When I started my blog in 2013, it was all about fashion. I wrote about what I was wearing, why I liked certain pieces and where I had found them. It was creative and fun to use the new camera we had received as a wedding gift. Every so often I’d take a photo with Jadyn or include Anthony in a post, but only if it happened naturally… he was usually behind the camera most of the time.

This was long before Instagram Stories or TikTok. Back then, storytelling happened through still photos and blog posts, rarely in real time (this was before carousels existed, when Instagram meant one photo and my blog posts usually had five to seven images.) Everything was thoughtful and organized. I used nights and early morning weekends to write and schedule posts for the week ahead so they could go live while I was working my corporate job. When IG Stories launched, I found myself hesitating. Suddenly we were expected to film our days and talk to the camera, and I didn’t feel like I had anything worth saying. I had built my routine up until that point around composed photos, not spontaneous video, and I wasn’t used to hearing my own voice recorded either. It took time to get comfortable with that kind of sharing.

Eventually, I began to ease into it. I started posting Stories that showed small pieces of my day, what I was wearing, the products I loved, or something I was doing around the house. Jadyn was in school then, so most of it was filmed during moments when I was home or when Anthony and I were traveling together.

When I joined TikTok in October 2019, I saw it as an experiment, a new space to be creative in a different way. I started making outfit transitions to trending songs, focusing on editing and to music rather than talking directly to the camera. It felt fun, light, and more about storytelling through visuals than words. I never expected it to grow into something that would reshape my career entirely.

Over time, though, I started to notice how easy it was to blur the line between documenting life and living it. Somewhere in that process, I began asking myself a question that changed the way I create and how I move through each day.

How much of our story is meant to be seen, and how much is meant to stay ours?

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We flew to Florida for Jadyn’s Parents Weekend at Lynn University thinking it would be a quick visit… a few beach days, college events, and catching up. But somewhere between the Miami podcast taping, a dinner conversation I didn’t see coming, and seeing Jadyn thrive in her new world, this trip ended up meaning a lot more than I expected.

(Below, I’m sharing everything from the food we loved to the moments that had me reflecting on faith, culture, and how quickly your kids grow up.)

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