09/02/2026
33 years of life today. 🤍
This birthday feels different.
This season has stretched me, humbled me, broken me, and taught me more about life, love, faith and motherhood than I ever imagined.
At 33, I’ve learned that you can be incredibly grateful while your heart is still hurting.
Bailey, my first baby… I miss you more than words can explain. I miss your hugs, your voice, our routines and simply being your mommy without wondering when I have to leave again.
Isaiah, my little warrior… every gram gained, every milestone and every step closer to home feels like an answered prayer.
And that has been the hardest part…
No matter where I am, I’m missing one of my babies.
A mother’s heart was never meant to be divided like this.
Through it all, I’m so thankful for my husband, who has loved and carried me through every version of myself, and for our FAMILY AND FRIENDS who stepped in, prayed, helped and became the village we desperately needed.
And then there’s Kapua Co. — my dream, my livelihood, and something I’ve poured so much of myself into. I E built with my own two hands. Watching it come to a standstill has been scary, but this season reminded me:
My business can wait. My babies cannot.
Kapua Co. will come back.
And so will I. It is a reminder of who I built this for. My babies.
So for my 33rd birthday, I don’t want anything wrapped in a box.
I want Isaiah healthy enough to come home.
I want to hold Bailey without another goodbye.
I want my husband beside me.
I want all my babies under one roof.
I just want my whole heart home.
God, if I get one birthday wish…
Please let 33 be the year our family finally comes home. 🤍 it has been 26 days of being in the Nicu. Nearly a month.
Not the birthday I imagined. Not the season I would have chosen. But one that has taught me that everything else can be rebuilt.
My babies. My husband. My family. My faith. That’s what matters. ❤️🩹