@amandakdw: I’m a thankful mama—deeply, fiercely thankful—for the little hands that reach for me, the giggles that fill the rooms, and the love that somehow grows louder in the chaos. But I’m also a tired one, the kind of tired that settles into your bones and shows up before the sun does. My days are fueled by cold coffee and patience I didn’t know I had, my nights by quiet prayers whispered after everyone else is finally asleep. I’m grateful beyond words, even on the hard days—especially on the hard days—because this beautiful exhaustion is the proof that I’m doing something that matters, something holy, something full of love.