09/08/2026
A whole year.
These pictures were taken almost a year ago, and somehow it’s already almost time for this year’s family pictures.
When I look at them now, I don’t just see us. I see a version of us who had no idea how much life was about to change.
Since then, one of my babies got braces and his smile has changed right along with him. One of my babies grew up, spread her wings, and started building a life of her own.
We’ve walked through courtrooms, heartbreak, healing, forgiveness, medical scares, endings and beginnings. The home we once shared is being sold. Relationships have broken, healed, and found their way back. And somewhere in the middle of it all, our family grew, with new people to love and new little faces woven into our lives.
Life changes so much in a year.
Houses change. People grow. Kids grow up. Chapters close.
But home was never really the walls around us.
Home has always been us.
I’ve always tried to teach my children one thing: Mom is here. I’m not going anywhere. We may get hurt, angry, lost, or shaken, but we come home. We love each other through the hard parts, and we do not give up on family.
There were moments this year when I couldn’t see what was on the other side.
But God was already there.
Taking things I thought were broken and making something beautiful from them.
Not perfect. Not untouched by pain.
Beautiful because of the healing.
Beautiful because of the growth.
Beautiful because of the mercy.
So when we take this year’s pictures, they’ll look different.
We look different.
Our family looks different.
Our lives are different.
But underneath it all, we are still us.
Still growing.
Still healing.
Still loving.
Still choosing each other.
Still believing.
Still home.
And our story is still being written. 🤍
