Greeting dear ones! Your notes, gifts, encouragements, and check-ins have gone straight to my soul as I navigated the strangest part of this climb—survivorship.
Drinking in the joy with our son, Caleb.
I just finished a six week recovery from my fifth surgery. The good news is that I’ve been experiencing many “firsts” again. If that sounds like an oxymoron, it’s because it’s been awhile since these lovely things have been part of my life: