This morning, while you nursed, I taught you about butterfly kisses—you're currently obsessed with "pitter patters" (caterpillars) and our garden is full of butterflies. I'm so grateful that you made me a mom. Watching you grow is magic. ✨

Sending love to anyone waiting for their own magic. The longing and hoping and empty arms is the saddest thing I have ever known. And I imagine the missing and grieving of mothers and babies lost is even harder. 💕