March 28, 2026
Sunday afternoon at the coast. Salt on our skin, sand in our shoes, and nowhere we needed to be.
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." — Psalm 23:1
March 22, 2026
Pancakes and sleepy eyes. The kitchen smelled like butter and coffee.
March 15, 2026
Golden hour in the park. We walked until the light went soft.
March 9, 2026
The first blooms appeared this week. Tiny miracles pushing through the cold ground.