…and Why You Won’t Regret Choosing Me as Your Realtor There is something sacred about a home. It’s not just square footage. It’s not just interest rates. It’s not just paint colors and countertops. It’s where life unfolds. It’s where babies take first steps. Where teenagers raid the fridge at midnight. Where holidays get loud.…

Some love stories start with grand gestures. Ours started much earlier—back in 5th grade. I’ve known Johnny since we were kids. Somewhere between junior high hallways, I developed a quiet crush that followed me into high school. By then, we were officially “us”—young, hopeful, and unaware of how much life we’d walk through together. This…

Of all the things happening in the world right now — the heavy, the heartbreaking, the confusing — this is my gentle reminder 🤍 We don’t have to have all the answers. We don’t have to fix everything. But we can choose how we show up. A kind word. A patient pause. A soft place…

Whether in life or behind the chair, I’ve never been one to rush through moments just to keep up. I’ve always believed in paying attention — to people, to details, to what feels aligned — and letting that guide how I show up. This recent season of recovery simply gave me more space to do…

This morning began at Salina Ortho with an 8:30 AM appointment and the news I had been praying for: no surgery on my foot 🙌. Every hard, humbling day spent in a wheelchair over the past month truly paid off. Slowing down, resting, and faithfully following the doctor’s orders mattered more than I can explain.…

Five years ago, when our kids were teenagers and still mostly living at home, I had a quiet but powerful realization: I wanted to set a better example for them. At first, I thought the “responsible” thing was allowing a few drinks at home — teaching moderation, safety, and trust. But over time, I noticed…

I’m feeling called to start back at the beginning of our story and continue inviting you along the way — because we were once teen parents learning life the hard way, turning setbacks into stepping stones, and slowly flipping hardship inside out into something meaningful. Proof that where you start doesn’t have to define where…

This Christmas morning doesn’t arrive with a rush. It arrives softly. The fog lingers low outside the windows, muting the world in a way that feels intentional—like an invitation to slow down. I slept until 9:30, something a younger version of me might rush past or apologize for. Today, it feels like permission. Like grace.…

Well friends, here we are. I have officially entered a season I do not excel in: being injured, immobile, and needing help. Left shoulder broken. Right foot broken. Independence? Also broken. And yes… I’m currently navigating life from a wheelchair, which has only confirmed what we already suspected—I am a terrible patient. Not because I’m…

Writing it out feels a little cathartic, like I’m letting myself breathe again. I finally felt like I could catch my breath today… just to have it taken away. Grief is such a strange companion — gentle one moment, sharp the next. It’s a reminder of how deeply we loved and how much someone meant…