Today is a beautiful day to honor and celebrate motherhood—and all the quiet, unseen sacrifices mothers make to keep the world turning. But for many of us, today also carries the weight of loss and longing. It’s hard to imagine that yesterday would have been our baby’s due date. This would have been my first Mother’s Day. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever want to talk about this on social media. Grief is strange that way—sometimes you want to hold it tightly to your chest, and other times you find comfort in walking through it with those who understand. In my darkest moments, reading someone else’s story of loss made me feel less alone. So I want to share mine for the ones who might need that same comfort today. To every woman who’s walked this road—I see you, and my heart is with you. You are not alone. What I’ve learned is that even in grief—in the loss, the confusion, the waiting—there is still room for joy, beauty, dreaming, and hope. It sounds silly to me now, but used to believe I couldn’t survive more pain or disappointment. I lived in chronic anxiety and anticipation of heartbreak. But grief taught me something unexpected: we are made to heal. And often, the fear of grief is worse than grief itself. Praying today for every mother who has lost a child, and for every couple still waiting for their miracle. ❤️