Today was a beautifully peaceful day. Gillian’s epidural has been the magic ticket—finally keeping her pain at bay. After two days of absolute misery, today brought quiet, rest, and moments of peace. She slipped in and out of sleep so gently that it felt like the weight of the past 48 hours had finally lifted.

This girl. 💜
I wish I had the words to fully express my gratitude and awe at being her mother. It’s so easy in moments like these to ask “why me?” or to feel the unfairness of it all—but she never goes there. Instead, she reflects deeply, searching for meaning in her path, trusting that God is holding her through even the hardest moments.

Even when she is fragile and hurting, she still holds space for others. I have truly never known anyone as strong, tender, or awe-inspiring as this precious soul I have the honor of calling my daughter.

Thank you for seeing her.
For holding space for her.
For praying for her.
For knowing how incredibly precious she is.

We love you, and we are being lifted—truly—by your prayers, your concern, and your love. 💜