
04/12/2025
Shep turned 3 months 12 days ago, and my birthday was yesterday. I meant to post on both days, but you know… 😅
Last year on my 37th birthday, I found out I was pregnant. After years of trying, praying, and waiting, it was the most perfect birthday gift I could’ve imagined.
Fun little story: in the days leading up to my birthday, I kept seeing clovers everywhere. Not because it was St. Patty’s season, but in totally random places—on a car, on the sidewalk, in someone’s tattoo. One day at the gym, a guy walked in with a 3-leaf clover on his water bottle. I asked him about it, and he said it symbolized the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—but also that God would be at the center of his future marriage.
I told him how I’d been seeing them constantly and didn’t know why. He stopped right there, prayed over me, and even prayed that Eric and I would become a family of three.
Little did I know—I already was pregnant. I found out just a few days later on my birthday. Those clovers felt like God’s little wink, a quiet “I’m doing something beautiful… just wait.”
Motherhood has painfully revealed my weaknesses—but in the most sanctifying way. It’s shown me that the only way through this is total dependence on my Helper and Comforter ✝️
Through the refinement by fire, I’ve started to see life more clearly: what actually matters, how to spend my time, the value of true friendship, and which relationships to release with peace.
One of the sweetest surprises of this season has been the friendships formed with other moms—even if it’s via voice notes and text chains! It’s amazing how quickly other moms become your cheerleaders and prayer warriors because they’ve been in the trenches too. No more petty, surface-level connections—just the real stuff. And honestly, it’s been such a beautiful picture of how the body of Christ works together.
Eric and I love Shep more than words can express. Our life has changed in a much bigger way than I expected—but it’s been so good. So hard, but so good.
This birthday was just another reminder to praise God for His faithfulness… even if His blessings hate sleep, spit up on you, and treat you like a sacred dairy cow.