Let's be mom friends.

Not the kind of mom friends who swap advice about which butt cream works best, but the kind of friends who show up for each other, bearing their wounds, instead of hiding them behind the doors we leave closed. The kind of friends that are honest and open about the hard things, so that when we experience growth, we can truly celebrate together because we know how freaking hard it was to get there. The kind of friends who show up, even when we feel like we can’t—whether it’s to extend your hand or to ask for someone else’s.

I hope you'll feel a familiar comfort and just maybe a little less lonely through these thoughts and stories I share. And I would be honored to hear what's on your heart as well.