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I see motherhood as a job of unparalleled influence and importance. One that requires everything that a woman has to offer and more. It’s fulfilling and draining, beautiful and messy and it can’t be done alone. I am deeply passionate about inspiring and encouraging mothers as they give of themselves daily to raise children of influence, faith, empathy, and purpose. I joined the MOPS Speaker Network so that I can tell you, dear Mama, that what you’re doing is vitally important work that will pay dividends for generations to come. I don't believe that it's overstating things to say that the future depends on what you’re giving right now. If you have or know of a MOPS group in your area, I’d love the chance to encourage and thank those wonderful women on the front lines of our future! #mopsinternational #tothefull

The kindle version of When Dormant Daffodils Bloom is ON SALE FOR JUST .99 CENTS TODAY! If you haven’t bought your copy yet, now is your chance! (Link in bio) 📖 • • • #bookstagram #bookdeals #kindle #kindleunlimited #cleanromance #contemporaryromance #indieauthor #amreading

I met my husband Scott while we were working together at a golf course over the summer. I was 17 and he was 19. We were as green as the grass that surrounded us and that was ok. That was how we were meant to find each other. Young and bright and full of every hope and promise. We used to arrive at work in the wee hours of the morning, preparing the course before the sun came up. When it did, I would pause and let the sunrise take my breath away. I found him watching me watch the sky a few mornings and I knew what it felt like to be adored. I knew what that sky felt like under my gaze. There was so much magic contained in those summer days. The first blush of love splashed across my heart like light does on the morning horizon. Every little detail about those months imprinted itself on my conscious. Things that wouldn’t ordinarily merit remembering and adoring earned them anyway. The smell of sunscreen. The sound of golf clubs clanging together. The electric whir of golf carts. There were potentilla bushes that lined the paths of the course. They were heavy with tiny yellow flowers. Those flowers reminded me of gold or pixie dust. I remember wanting to pick one and press it inside a book. It felt like a deeply romantic thing to do. Those little flowers stayed with me. They were a picture of the delicate, bright beauty of that summer. So, when Scott and I moved into our first house years later, the one that was built the year that we met, we planted potentilla bushes along the back fence. We’ve lived here for 8 years now. We’ve brought three babies home to this house. I spotted the first blooms of the year on our bushes today while I played with them in the yard. Two bright blossoms full of summer and memories. I showed them to the kids and watched their eyes light up. The first blushes of love and romance are flashy and dramatic. The afterglow, though, that’s where the real romance lies. The collision of our beginnings and our todays make fireworks that make me want to stay right here forever. Watching the things you plant together grow. That’s romance. Those are the things I want to pick and preserve and press between the pages we’re writing.

Tomorrow marks one month since this little story of mine has been out in the world! I just wanted to say THANK YOU so much to all of you who have read it! I am an avid reader and spend countless hours glued to the words that others have written. To know that people are reading mine is humbling, fulfilling, and just so amazing! 😍🤗 If you’ve read #whendormantdaffodilsbloom I would be so grateful if you would leave a review on Amazon! You’re feedback can only help me grow as a writer and work towards writing more stories that you might love! #indieauthor #contemporaryromance #cleanromance #grateful #amreading #amwriting

This lovely lady graduated from Preschool tonight! What a special season preschool has been for her! She’s grown and learned so very much! Kindergarten, here we come!

My kid’s begin summer break at the end of this week. By Friday, they’ll be another grade older, another grade wiser, another grade closer to flying out of my arms. Today, it’s snowing, though. Only days before we dive into sun soaked days and all that summer promises, it’s snowing. This happens almost every year. I hang their winter coats up after a late spring snow storm with half-hearted hopes of leaving them there for good. But I always have to pull them back out. Always have to wrap my kids in the well-worn embrace of fleece and season’s thought past. I sent my son to school in his winter coat today. The one he wore for the whole winter. His wrists are peaked through. The sleeves haven’t stretched and grown with him. He’s about to outgrow it and that’s ok. This will be the last chance he has to wear it. Summer is on the way. A new season that won’t require the things of the last one. It’s how it’s meant to go. Winter. Spring. Summer Fall. Baby. Child. Teenager. Adult. I embrace this and I dread this. Tomorrow, my daughter graduates preschool. She’ll wear the adorable pink dress I picked for her and we’ll do her hair “fancy” just like she likes. Tomorrow, she’ll wave goodbye to the last two years. Two years that were full of so much precious joy and discovery that my words can’t contain them. Summer is coming but today it’s snowing. The flakes fall in sloppy, drunken flurries. Spring has been here for a bit and the stuff of winter is struggling to hold its own. The fat flakes melt as soon as they land but they’re falling all the same. They’re present and pretty and fleeting. They’re moments, these snowflakes. They’re gifts. Winter’s last stand, last show. I get one last day that’s like the ones I’ve already lived. I can sit inside with my kids. We can cuddle and talk and read books by the fire. We can draw close and remember that even on the eve of summer, the coziness of winter can linger. They’re growing. They’re changing. They’re blossoming and beautiful. And just for today, I can see it all while they rest in my arms. Summer will be here soon, but just for today, it’s snowing again. #amwriting #amreading #colorado #motherhood #indieauthor

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