I've always loved writing and spent my undergraduate years and into my mid-20s maintaining a pretty active blog. There's something oddly therapeutic about putting your thoughts into words, even if no one else reads them. However, these days I have zero free time to craft a perfectly curated blog, yet I want to preserve these fast-moving days so I don't forget them.
Y'all (yes, I say "y'all" even though I'm exactly 0.01% Southern), these are truly the most amazing, exhausting, rewarding, struggle-filled days of my life. Motherhood is everything I thought it would be, yet not at all like I pictured, all at the same time; how weird is that to admit? Solo motherhood is an extra added variable, but one I'm perfectly capable of handling, although some days I wonder if I was crazy going it alone.
However, it's all worth it for this perfect little boy I was so graciously blessed with. I truly believe Porter George was meant to be my son; every single heartbreak, every bump in the road, and every closed door led me to my sweet baby buggins. Looking back, I'm so glad nothing else ever worked out, because my story would have been entirely different.
Welcome to our space: I make no promises about how frequently I'll post, but will try to make it a somewhat regular occurrence. Thank you for being a part of our lives and experiencing the joy, struggle, and growth alongside us.
