11/25/2025
The holiday season has arrived again—and with it, the familiar presence of grief that lingers in its quiet, faithful way.
Once grief enters your life, I don’t think it ever fully leaves. It moves in cycles, circling back as we continue walking forward, reminding us of all the places love once lived.
Grief whispers to me that it’s okay to feel it.
And what a beautiful, human thing it is to have loved so deeply and lived so fully that grief has sat with me many times.
This time of year, I find myself grieving…
• Not having more of my family around
• No longer being a child at Christmas—a reminder of how far away those tender years are
• Not having little ones to see the holidays through anymore—a reminder of how quickly time moves
• Missing my dad
• Missing my fur babies who were truly part of my heart
So I breathe into it all. I let myself feel it fully.
And somehow, grief always cracks me open to more—
More love.
More peace.
More magic.
More meaning.
Something that can’t be explained, only felt.
A quiet pulse of life.
A reminder that this life, even with its ache, is drenched in love.