10/26/2025
Today, I had the honor of speaking at a small seminar put on by in a room of about 15 doulas to share Noah’s story alongside 5 other families. I’d love to say I was strong and said his story with confidence, but the second it was my turn I melted into a puddle. Revisiting his story comes easy some days, and on others it can shred me into sobs.
But, the beautiful part of telling his story is the telling of the incredible good that has come from the grief. Telling people about his garden, the buckets of sweat and love poured into building his space, the hundreds of pounds of vegetables that feed our community, and now, the beauty of helping other people create spaces in their yards that spark joy.
As I was working on a client’s design tonight, our daughter grabbed her notebook and began drawing her own design. Unprompted, she drew the arch that we planted with morning glories this year that serves as the whimsical entry to Noah’s Garden. A small reminder that he is here with us every day in ways big and small. ❤️