One day you wake up and there you are. A house full of people you love. Toys on the floor. Loud, vibrant, crazy mornings. Turning the music down in the car so you can see better. You’re thinking about where your kids will go to school, how to make them meals full of everything they need. You’re trying to remember how to stay a child yourself, because you never want to lose her. You’re building something you once only dared to write about in a journal stressed every second of every day, and somehow still completely in awe that this is actually your life. So you linger a little longer. You notice the way the light hits, the sound of laughter in another room You find a way to hold on to it The proof that this year really existed You make peace with what you’ve been through. You stop trying to make it neat. You let it be messy and chaotic and true. Thank you 2025 ❤️