Dear Older Me…

Dear Older Me,

I see how tired you are. I see how weary you feel and how worried you have become about everything these days. I see how you struggle to find balance throughout your day. I see as you forget to eat and I watch as you choose the worst foods to try to soothe your stress, your worry, your disappointments. I listen as you cry when things feel overwhelming and you feel like you are such a failure. I watch as you stare at yourself in the mirror and wonder how that person could possibly be you.

I have watched you and felt the sting of each moment with you. I have cried with you and wondered how you could have forgotten the important things these years have taught you so today; how you could have forgotten how far you have come and how much you have overcome.

I want to tell you a few things. I want to encourage you because my dear, sweet older me…you are so much more than you are seeing.

You keep looking back. That’s your first mistake. You keep replaying every single mistake in your life in your mind like a movie reel, constantly trying to pinpoint the moments that you could change to make all those regrets and mistakes disappear from your record of life, but don’t you realize that the younger version of you made those mistakes and had I not, then you would not be the woman you are today. Those mistakes, one by one, grew you, refined you, hurt you and broke you just enough that you found Christ and you allowed God to redefine who you are. Those very mistakes, those very broken roads all led you to the life that you so deeply love and thank God for today. Stop looking back. Those days are gone. That’s not who you are. Instead of trying to figure out how to fix younger you, focus on who you are now and embrace this season of your life with grace, compassion, understanding and acceptance.

You keep saying that you will start tomorrow. Our tomorrows are never guaranteed. Why do you keep trying to hold off on the important things out of fear? Has God not shown you time and again that He has called you to be present in TODAY? Stop putting off your destiny and calling. Stop saying that you don’t have time. God gave you the exact amount of time you need. Allow yourself to see that you are worth being a part of every purpose and plan God has for you RIGHT NOW. So write those books. Publish the ones you have already written. Move in those ministries. Stop being afraid of who you are and love yourself the way God does. You are beautiful and special. God says so. Stop waiting until tomorrow to accept that and be bold enough to be all that you are created to be. Tomorrow may not come.

You keep saying you don’t have time for yourself. That’s a lie. You have plenty of time to take care of yourself. Stop trying to have the perfect home. The laundry will always need to be folded and clean clothes are just as clean and wearable if they are in the basket as they are in the dresser. The floors will always get messy so stop fretting if there is a crumb under the table or dog hair by the back door. Instead of pushing yourself until you have nothing left trying to be an ideal of perfection God doesn’t expect, take moments, instead, to take care of YOURSELF. Take the shower…who cares if the baby is crying. She won’t cry herself to death. Put her in her walker in the bathroom with you and let her cry while you wash your hair. Take the nap. Your laundry will still be there when you wake up but the moments you have to rest will be gone if you do not seize them. Do the workouts. You may not be able to do them easily or perfectly but if you just keep trying, you will eventually be stronger than you ever thought possible. It’s okay to let the house go so you can take care of you. If you wither and buckle physically from the stress of your need for perfection, you cannot take care of the ones you love the most. So go ahead. Say no to some of the cleaning today and just spend time on yourself.

You keep saying, “I can’t”. Stop using those those words. They are lies. Trust me I know. I have been using them on repeat for years and you are so much more than I am. For every I can’t, there is an I CAN. God made you to be more than capable to do ANYTHING you put your mind to. You are smart. You are strong. Your are incredible. Stop believing you can’t do things and just do them. Prove every I can’t wrong. Someday you will not be able to do that so make it your mission to turn every single I can’t into an I DID before it’s too late.

Your life is precious. It means so much more than you give yourself credit for. Stop selling yourself short. Stop letting people speak harmful things into your life and stop living your life afraid of the things that have been spoken over you that you KNOW were not from the Lord. Stop caring what anyone else thinks. You know who you are and you know what you are created for so be confident and love yourself. Show yourself the same care and compassion you do others. Allow yourself to make mistakes and stop trying to be who you used to be. I like who you have become. You are braver, stronger, more fearless, and more amazing than I have ever been. You are my hero. So keep being YOU.

P.S. I think 40 is going to be your best year yet.


Younger You ❤


More Than Just a Tree

I have a confession to make. It is almost Valentine’s Day and I just took down my Christmas Tree and decorations. Yes, you heard me right. Almost halfway through the second month of a brand new year and my home was still full on Christmas right down to the stockings still hung on the fireplace with care.

I had no idea why I was struggling so much with just removing everything and packing it away this year. I knew that the procrastination of this task is strong every year but this was a new record even for me.

However, with our Valentine’s Day party approaching, I finally had to force myself to get motivated and begin the arduous task of removing everything and packing it away.

I brought in the containers and I began to slowly remove the decorated ornaments from the tree one by one. I sat them down, examining each one, and then carefully began to wrap them one at a time and place them in boxes.

As I worked diligently, I suddenly felt this anxiety and sadness creep in. Remember my post about anxiety? Well, in true fashion, it came without any warning once again and hit me like a semi during rush hour.

Sometimes, we do things subconsciously and we truly are unaware and oblivious to our own actions. What might seem like one thing, is actually something else entirely. While I thought the fact that my tree was still standing in all of it’s glory was due to a great deal of procrastination, the reality is that I had been avoiding taking down the tree because it had become something I was holding onto very tightly. It had become something I was clinging to trying to help me avoid a very real reality in my life.

Christmas is special in our household. It is a time of family and Mister O and I work hard every year to make it special for our littles. It is a time when Mister O is able to have time off work and we can spend days and sometimes weeks watching Christmas movies and shopping for gifts and eating yummy treats. It holds so many special memories and traditions and without my even realizing it, I had latched onto my tree because it was the last really significant time we would have as a family for a really long time.

My Christmas tree had become so much more than just a tree; it had become an object of connection to the man I love the most. It had become a way to hold onto him when he is too far away for me to actually hold. A mirage in my desert place. And as it is with all mirages, it’s deceit began to show itself all too quickly.

As I looked at my empty tree and home now removed of all things Christmas, I finally let myself cry the tears I had been fighting for weeks. I finally allowed myself to take in the reality of what what these months will hold for our family. I was finally able to take my eyes off a silly, plastic tree and put them back onto Jesus.

Sometimes, we hold onto something for hope that actually is keeping us from having a moment of surrender that is necessary to our healing and strengthening. We begin to replace our Savior, our strength and comfort, with other things because they have sentimental value or seem more comforting but the desperate gripping of these things prevent us from the healing and peace that God wants to bring us.

I had to force myself to take down that tree and come face to face with the pain I was trying to avoid. I had to force myself to pack it all away and face the reality that my husband is not here; that I have to learn once again how to wake up each day and go to bed each night knowing I can’t hear his voice or see his face.

As much as I wanted to, I could not stay locked into the past. It was destroying my present and my future; it was robbing me of my spiritual walk and it was silently destroying my peace. It was an empty promise of false hope.

While it was a hard moment, it was also freeing. I was able to work through all the emotions and realities that I had so desperately wanted to ignore. I was able to process my fears, my anger, my resentments, my pain and I was able to finally remember that I am stronger than this. I was able to remember that I am not just a wife and mother but I am also a daughter of the greatest and most powerful. I am mighty. I am a warrior.

The last few months have been about so much more than just a tree and while it was not easy to see that or understand that during my determination to just hold onto it so tightly, once I let go, I was finally able to see that I am so much more than my weakest moments and fears.

I am going to be okay. We are going to be okay. We are going to make it through the days and weeks and months and before we know it, we will find ourselves unpacking that tree once more. While this year our tree assembly will have a smaller set up crew, we will also have a lot more to celebrate and look forward to but most importantly, no matter what happens, I can rest in the knowledge that I have a whole lot more in my life to hold onto than just a tree; I have a God who loves me and He is already waiting there to remind me that I am strong enough.

In Christ’s Love,

Kristy ❤️


It Comes Without Warning

Fear. Panic. Anxiety.

They come without warning. They creep up on you quietly, unseen and lay waste to your emotions in a matter of seconds.

It has only been a little over a week. I thought I was stronger. I thought this would be a piece of cake compared to the last time we faced this. They say that knowing what you are up against is half the battle and I thought knowing would give me an advantage.

What no one tells you or talks about is the fear and anxiety that comes with the battle. What no one tells you is that anxiety can come in many forms. It can come from many outlets. It can be severe or it can be mild but it will knock the breathe out of you no matter the form it comes in.

Some do not even realize they are fighting it, they may not be aware of its triggers so they work extra hard to just push through and pretend they are fine when inside, it feels like the entire world is sinking around them.

Heart racing, struggling to get a good breath, palms sweating and mind racing, anxiety’s victim tries to calm down but feels helpless against the weight of pain and sting in their chest. The more they try to relax, the tighter their chest feels and the harder it is to breathe. So, they panic a bit more. Silently. Tears streaming down their cheeks. Praying silently it will pass soon.

It has taken me a long time to recognize my anxiety for what it is and to realize it can be so debilitating if I ignore it. I have learned the hard way that the only way to win the battle against my anxiety is to face my fears head on;  to look them dead in the face and counter their lies with truth.

Beth Moore once gave an anagram for fear during one of her Bible study teachings that I have NEVER forgotten. She said that FEAR stands for:





Anxiety brings so many fears. Most of them are completely irrational but most importantly ALL of them are lies, deceptions disguised to be realities. They are cunning, they seem so real but they are are NOT reality.

So, this morning I had to face my fears and I had to call my anxiety out for what it is. A liar. A clever trick that has outgrown it’s magic. I had to stare it right in the face and call it out. I had to go back to those moments of struggle and hardship, I had to allow myself to feel all the pain of those moments and process them again to allow myself to remember that those moments are the past. They are not my present. I had to face them to realize they are my trigger. They are my greatest fear but the truth is that I am stronger than every single one of them. I was stronger then and I am stronger now.

It comes without warning. The panic and fear of anxiety. It does not send an RSVP and it never comes when you are waiting for it. So, we must be aware of enough of the things in our life that we fear the most so that we can be prepared when it arrives. We can’t be afraid to admit our struggles if we want to truly overcome and win the battle that is raging in our minds.

There is no shame in admitting you struggle with anxiety, that you feel sadness or fear. There is no shame in admitting this is hard.

Silence, though it seems to be applauded by so many, will only weaken our defenses. It’s time to end the silence and it’s time that we are brave enough to say, “I am struggling.”


This is hard. I AM struggling. I am struggling so much today but I have hope. I am tired, I am a mess but I have so much hope. I won’t bend. I won’t break. I WILL overcome and SO WILL YOU.

In Christ’s Love,

Kristy ❤️

Birthdays Galore

The last few days have been a slew of celebrations as we have had many friends celebrating their special day but today was the most special birthday of them all.

Today was Mister O’s Birthday. Happy Birthday handsome man.


It is always hard to celebrate special days like today when we are apart but we try our best to keep our spirits high. Even if we are not together in location we are always together in spirit. And there are always care packages and emails to send which help just a bit. I am thankful I am not experiencing these moments when all we had was snail mail. I can’t imagine what that had to be like.

We didn’t have much time to wallow in our blues with Mister O gone today (thank goodness) because it was Mister M’s best friend Cobie’s birthday party. She turned 9 yesterday and she had the most AWESOME Harry Potter party ever and Mister M decked out as Harry himself. Sweet Cobie’s Mom and I are definitely twins lost at birth so I knew this was going to be an epic party for two reasons: 1. We share a mutual obsession of all things Potter and 2. She gets as crazy with party planning as me.

She did not disappoint folks.

There was a house sorting and wand assignment right when we came in the door. Mister M was placed in Gryffindor. Only Gryffindor will do for Potter of course.


There was the assembling of the Book of Spells and Potions, which we were a bit late for so had to finish at home.


Then we gathered at The Great Hall for lunch of course. There were even floating candles. After all, Amy and I don’t do parties half-way. It’s all or nothing people.


In typical Hogwarts fashion, there was a table of food fit for a king. A healthy king which makes it even better and to top it all off…there were ButterBeer flavored donuts topped with Golden Snitch donut holes AND goblets of warm ButterBeer to wash it down. Be still my heart and water my mouth.


After the feast, it was time for the wizards to assemble and make their very own bottles of potion. Mister M chose Wolfsbane. Well done Mister M. Well done.


There was also the coolest dementor piñata I have ever seen but I failed to catch Mister M taking a whack at that. It was filled with golden snitches, flavored beans and so much more!

We had the BEST time. We definitely won’t forget this party for a LONG time and we went home with happy hearts, lovely memories and awesome party favors.

Thank you Amy and Cobie for making what could have been a really sad day the best day ever. ❤️


Now that we are all home and I ate my delicious donut, it is time for baths and laundry. Oh what work awaits me tonight but no fear, for today, we can officially say: Mischief Managed.


Kristy ❤️

Why I Chose to Talk about Evil and Tragedy with My Child

In our world today, it is almost impossible to shield our children from the evil and the tragedies that unfold almost minute by minute here in our nation and globally.  It is only normal as their mother to want to protect them from it all. We want to try to create a safe place for them and somehow preserve some resemblance of security amidst all the chaos of our world.

I have been that Mom. Through four children I have been the Mom that wanted to shelter them from the pain and the hurt and the awful realities of our world and how cruel, dangerous and scary it can be some days. But as their Mom, I have come to understand that this can be harmful too.

When we shelter our children and we hide away the realities of our world today, we risk raising children who are ill equipped to handle tragedy, loss, or chaos. We risk raising children who are naive to the dangers surrounding them every day. While we want them to believe in the magic of love and joy, we must also come to value the importance of helping our children understand that this world is full of evil and they won’t always encounter people or situations that are full of love or joy. We must teach them to understand and recognize evil when they are face to face with it. It could literally be the difference between saving them or losing them.

This morning, there was yet another school shooting. This time, the shooting was at a high school in Kentucky. Massive amounts of students all gathered together in the commons area of the school when a gunman opened fire. As of this post, one had been confirmed dead and many others wounded according to news reports. It is tragic and it is frightening and it is absolutely heartbreaking. Only evil could do such harm.

And as I sat in the classroom with my son with news of the chaos coming across my computer, I couldn’t resist the urge to pull him so close to me and hold him for just a little while. So that’s just what I did. He knew something was wrong. He can read me like a book. He had questions. So many questions.

I had a choice. I could tell him it was nothing and just again shelter him from the world we live in or I could have a conversation with him about our world. A very real conversation. One that might help him in some future day that I cannot yet see.

So, I chose to go with the conversation.

I sat with him and held him as together we listened to the reporter discuss the school shooting. He asked REALLY hard important questions. What happened? Where is this school? Why would someone want to take a gun there? Does this always happen in schools? Would it happen here? And I answered them, as honestly as possible without placing details on him that would be traumatizing. We can have these kinds of conversations and still gauge the level of knowledge they can know and handle. It is not a bad thing.

And then I asked him a question. “Do you know what the word evil means?” His answer blew me away. “Yes Mom. I know what evil is. Evil hurts people. Evil is bad choices that intend to hurt others. It is not from God. Do you ever wonder why bad things happen Mom? Well, I did but then one day I was watching my Bible app and I learned all about the devil. I learned about people choosing bad things and I realized that if God let us decide who we could choose to follow then that means some people are going to choose to follow evil. It happens. But we have to fight evil.”

I sat speechless. He is seven. Seven years old. I had NO idea how intricately my son understood evil. When I answered and told him that he was right and that this was definitely evil today, his exact words were: “So this is what evil looks like. That’s good to know.”

Up until that point. Up until those very words, I wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing. Allowing him to hear about this evil act; but that  one simple statement made me realize it was.

Please hear me out. Please hear my heart.

Our children will not know what evil looks like if we do not teach them what it is, if they do not know it exists, and if they do not understand how it operates. Sheltering them from the world may seem so, so good and we want to absolutely still protect them, guard them, and have boundaries but they have to understand evil if we are going to ever expect them to know when and how to turn from it. They cannot turn from what they do not know or understand. They cannot run from evil if they don’t know what it looks like. They cannot fight it if they don’t know how.

Today, we had a very important conversation about evil. He learned some things but I learned so much more. We prayed together for those families and that community. We asked for God to help us combat the evil with good. We asked for God to help us be the good in the world even if we are surrounded by evil. We talked about how important it is that we love others and that we stand up for what is right; that we understand that tragedies like school shootings, armed robbery, murder and so much more happen when we turn a blind eye to the evil and we try to pretend it doesn’t exist. Even if it’s overwhelming. If it’s unimaginable. We must talk about it and teach our children that these things exist. Evil wins when we lose our humanity and the ability to see it for what it is.

As my sweet and precious Mister M said this morning, “Evil stops when we choose to be good; when we choose to do good. Maybe if we just all find someone to teach good things to, the evil will eventually stop.”

Maybe that seems so far fetched to us but maybe he’s right.

This morning, I chose to teach my son about evil but the truth is, he taught me so much more. I taught him what evil looks like and that it exists so he knows that there is something we have to fight against. That it’s real. That we have to be prepared for it and understand how to stand against it. This evil…it hurts, it breaks my heart and I wonder every day what the world will be like for my son’s children some day but I can have hope because I know he knows what evil looks like and because of that, when it comes, he can go down fighting for the good.

In Christ’s Love,

Kristy ❤

Eggs at 11

Have you ever had a night that you thought would never end? An exhausting, overwhelming, takes it all out of you night? Well, if you have never had one of those nights, count yourself lucky.

I had one of those nights last night. Little Miss M went down at 7:00pm. Her usual time frame for bed. But within just 30 minutes, she was up again. JUST as I was finishing dinner and ready for Mister M and I to sit down to eat. It was just me and the kids again as Mister O was working. That seems to be the norm right now. We roll with it.

So, I sat down a plate of food for my son and then went back upstairs to give Little Miss M the rest of her bottle and try to get her back to sleep. It was not long before she was tucked back into bed just a few minutes after 8:00. I ate my dinner, cleaned off the table and then went upstairs to take a hot bath. For whatever reason, I decided to wash my hair before running my bath. That must have been the Holy Spirit leading me because in the literal 2 minutes it took me to wash my hair, Little Miss M was awake again just before 9:00 and she did not go to sleep until nearly 12:30am.

It was the LONGEST night of my life. And I never got that bath.

It was long but it wasn’t terrible. She was not fussy per say, just WIDE AWAKE. She was laughing and squealing at the top of her lungs. She was full force and I had no idea how to get her to sleep. She had not taken long naps or even a late nap so I was completely baffled. By 11:00pm, I was certain I might pass out where I was. I was desperate for sleep. I have not had REAL sleep in months but usually a hot bath before bed helps to relieve the tension headaches and the back pain and the muscle aches from going all day with no sleep and still carrying around an almost 20 pound human all day.

I wanted to just throw my hands up at God and be like, “REALLY?!?!?!?!” But, I was too tired to even start to think about the many prayers for sleep that have gone unanswered the last seven months of my life. I just focused on doing whatever it took to get her to sleep and rocked and rocked and rocked some more until finally she was asleep and my clock read 12:30am.

So today, Little Miss M woke up at 6:00am. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I got up and went and took my sweet, smiling baby from her crib. I  made her a bottle. I fed her and laid her next to me in my bed. She was fussing. Not wanting to lay down. She wanted to sit up. So I helped her sit up and turned on the television and prayed she would go back to sleep. I needed more sleep so desperately.

Usually, I get up and I just push through. I feel guilty if I attempt to sleep in with her or I take naps during the day because I don’t want to be that Mom that doesn’t get it all done but this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and I said, “I am going to be THAT Mom.”

I swooped Little Miss M up and went to rock her in her room. She fell asleep and then without any guilt, I brought Mister M into my room, gave him some things to do and let him watch tv while I slept for a glorious three more hours.

Yep. I said it. I slept for THREE WHOLE HOURS. The laundry was piled on the couch. Homeschool was waiting. I had a thousand things to do but today, I chose me. I don’t do that very often and I normally feel like putting all my wants and needs to the wayside is the best decision but today, the best decision was choosing me. Mister M was perfectly fine watching his favorite tv show and playing in my room. He would occasionally check on me and make sure I was okay and give me updates on Little Miss M. He said that’s what he is supposed to do, look out for her like I look out for them. Be still my heart.

And then I woke up and made breakfast at 11:00. Yes folks. I slept in until 11:00am and I am not even messed up about it. I don’t even feel bad about it. I feel like it was the single best decision I have made in a LONG time.

See, here’s a little nugget of truth for all of us Mommas out there. Too often, we walk around thinking that we have be martyrs. We have to give up everything for our children. We must suffer so they can be loved and taken care of but the reality is that if we sacrifice too much, if we suffer too much for the sake of being a “good mom”, then we actually become the mother we don’t want to be. We can’t be our best. If we aren’t getting sleep, we cannot be alert enough to care for those precious babies or be present in the moments when the beauty of motherhood truly unfolds.

We have to take care of ourselves so we CAN take care of everyone else.

Think what you will but I am telling you, the cared for Momma makes the best Momma. So, I am no longer going to spin my wheels trying to be the Mom who does it all with nothing. I am going to be the Mom who does it all while always remembering that sometimes, I have to come first. I have to have some sleep. I have to take a moment to just relax. I have to allow myself to be human. That’s how I will keep pushing through. That’s what will help me to be the kind of Mom my littles deserve for the long haul.

So sleep in. Have that extra coffee cup of coffee. Shut the bathroom door and take a hot bath. Let the kids fight it out for just a few minutes. Have that piece of cake. Sleep in.  Don’t answer that phone call. Serve your kids eggs at 11 and just give yourself a break.

God never told us we had to do this perfectly. We just have to do it willingly, trusting Him and never giving up.

It’s not easy and it’s not meant to be and that’s okay. Just show yourself the same grace you show everyone else.

Eggs at 11. Sounds just right to me.


In Christ’s Love,


1, 2 Breathe, Repeat

Yesterday was a hard day. I don’t just mean a hard day. I mean a tears down my face, oversharing on Facebook, feeling like a failure, HARD day.

Lately, I find it harder and harder to get anything done. School is literally done in small sessions throughout the day and usually ending at night once Little Miss M has gone to bed.

But, the rest of the house is like a huge cry for help. Laundry covers my couch, floors need to be swept, bathrooms are waiting to be scrubbed. I wake up each day hoping I can get just one of them done but then suddenly, it’s 11pm and I still haven’t gone to bed yet and so I have to look at it all one more time and say, “Maybe tomorrow.”

Nobody warned me it would be this hard at 40. Nobody.

Yesterday, Little Miss M had one of those days where nothing kept her content. She demands my nonstop care and attention most days now. I was only able to get Math done before the rest of my day was spent rocking, changing diapers, feeding and repeating over and over.

By 9pm last night I still could not get her to sleep and she was fussy and I was exhausted and so I sat in the rocking chair and I cried. Like a baby. Mister O got to make a quick trip home to shower before he had to go right back to the ship for overnight watch and as he came in to see me, I was a mess. I was frustrated. I was so tired. I just wanted sleep but it wasn’t happening.

In a blink, he was gone and I realized I had been so busy trying to get her to sleep and trying to get school done with Mister M that I had barely given him any attention and I felt like a total failure ALL over again.

It’s so hard. This Momming Gig. It never stops. There is no paid vacation time. We don’t get snow days. There are no holidays or sick time. It’s all day, every day. It is beautiful and wonderful but it is also really, really hard and I think we are often too afraid to say that. We are scared to admit we are holding on by a thread and that we feel so alone and exhausted. But we shouldn’t feel that way. We should be able to be honest and admit that being a mom is the hardest job you will ever do. It’s amazing. It’s the best journey; but it is so hard. There will be moments you feel like a complete and utter mess. You will feel like a total failure but you’re not. You’re just a mom. It comes with the job.

Over tired, over worked, over touched, over needed, under slept, under bathed (you know it’s true) and sometimes under appreciated. It’s the nature of this journey. And that’s okay because there are also amazing perks that come with this calling like getting to rock your baby girl to sleep in the middle of the day while watching snow fall outside the window.

Some days it’s really great and some days it’s really bad but it is always worth it. So today, I find myself feeling waves where it is all overwhelming and I just have to stop. 1, 2, Breathe. Repeat.

I just keep breathing. Stopping. Pausing. Acknowledging when it is really hard. Praying for strength and then pushing on and then repeating to wake up and do it all again tomorrow. (Thank the Lord.)

Maybe I fail. We all do sometimes. Maybe I get it right. We all do sometimes. But I definitely get to be real about it. I get to be honest and say, “This is hard”. Maybe it doesn’t make it any better but maybe just maybe it let’s someone else know it’s okay to feel like it’s hard and to feel like a failure.

And then…maybe, just maybe they too will stop. 1, 2, Breathe. Repeat. Maybe they will keep doing the very same thing as me until they can just keep moving on and survive to do it all over again tomorrow.

This job may be hard but that doesn’t mean we have to be silent about our struggles. That doesn’t mean we can’t transparent about it so that someone else can know they are not alone.

We are never alone. We are a tribe and so together we will be better at sharing our journeys and when it’s all just too much.

1, 2, Breathe. Repeat.


Kristy ❤️