Hey friends, and welcome back to my little corner of the internet!

Tonight, as the stars blinked softly outside and the day wound down, I found myself in one of my favorite routines, getting my Little ready for bed. We warmed up the “warmy,” that cozy little comfort so loved, and tiptoed into Little's room. The lamp cast a gentle glow, and my toddler, full of giggles and sleepy joy, bounced in my arms as I lifted Little over the crib rail and nestled Little into the awaiting comforter.
Snuggling in like a caterpillar in a cocoon, eyes bright and heart content. I walked over to the bookcase and pulled out the Bible, our nightly tradition, a rhythm of grace and story that anchors us both. Tonight’s reading was the story of Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a colt, a moment of quiet majesty and prophetic fulfillment. Sitting in the rocker, the creak of it familiar, and read aloud as Little listened, clutching that stuffed puppy close.
As the story came to a close, Little stood up, puppy still hugged tight, and padded to the end of the crib. Little stared at me with that intense toddler gaze, full of mystery and meaning. At first, I couldn’t quite decipher what Little was trying to say—toddlers speak in riddles sometimes—but then little fingers pointed to puppy’s tummy and the letter A was heard loud and clear.
And it hit me... Little is learning the alphabet! My heart swelled. I was tickled, delighted, amazed. But then something deeper stirred.

I remembered that puppy’s tummy says “Happy.”

And suddenly, I was transported back to a season of my life that felt anything but happy. During my pregnancy, I was diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum, a condition that turned every day into a battle. I was hospitalized, dehydrated, and weak. A PICC line was forced into my arm. I was tethered to 2–3 bags of IV fluids daily and wore a 24/7 Zofran pump, even while I slept. It was relentless.
Yet through it all, I whispered a silent prayer—every day, all day. I asked God for a happy, healthy, fully developed baby with no issues. I lived in fear, unsure if my body could carry to term. But God knew better. He held me through the storm. And the best part?
Little was born with no complications. None.
Every nurse, every visitor, every stranger who met Little said the same thing: “That is the happiest baby I’ve ever seen.” And it’s still true. Little's joy is radiant, spirit full of light. Little's name might not be “Happy,” but Little's presence certainly is.
Throughout the pregnancy, Little continued to grow strong, no loss of blood, no fluid issues. Just steady, miraculous development. Prayer works. I’ve seen it. I’ve lived it.
This is just a small glimpse into my testimony, but I want you to know, God hears you. If you’re in need, if you’re weary, if you’re afraid, call out to Him. He listens. He answers.

"When the Righteous cry [for help], the Lord hears and rescues them from all their distress and troubles." Psalm 34:17

Stay Blessed!

FASP