This season has felt like one long stretch of in between. In between answers. In between whom I was and who I am becoming. Some days it feels like I am barely holding myself together. Other days it feels like everything is unraveling faster than I can catch it. But even in the heaviness, God keeps showing up in ways I didn’t expect. My ward family has been a quiet strength in the background. The kind of support you don’t always notice until you suddenly realize you would have

It happened on one of those evenings when everything felt rushed — dinner, bath time, pajamas, the whole routine. I was tired, thinking about the next day, already mentally sorting through the things I didn’t get done. And then I heard it: “Watch me, Mom!” Just two little words. But they stopped me. He wanted to show me something small — a jump, a spin, a silly move he’d done a hundred times. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing that would ever matter to anyone else. But to him, it