My sweet Easter chicks (minus Alice, who was off volunteering with the church because obviously she’s the best one of us all lol). This year has felt like a season of shedding and blooming, over and over again. I’ve watched these girls become even more resilient, more kind, more hilarious...just pure light on legs. Watching them grow while I rebuild, re-root, and relearn what joy looks like... it’s all felt like grace. Happy Easter, yall. Here’s to death that leads to rebirth, and to becoming new again, again and again.🩷