May arrived in a whirlwind and left having given everything. Graduations and ceremonies, florals and champagne, busy mornings and very full evenings. Ten things I don't want to forget.

There was a time when most of our conversations revolved around reminders. Did you eat? Did you finish your homework? Don't forget your jacket. Somewhere between motherhood and womanhood, we found a new language for each other.

It began with tea and soft light and a sleeping boy upstairs. It was supposed to be an unremarkable Tuesday, but as life does, it pivots to something extraordinary.

April has been a whirlwind—a beautiful, exhausting, electric, deeply good whirlwind. But before May sweeps in and takes over, here are ten things I don't want to forget.

There's a word for the moment before: not the ending, not the beginning—the suspended place between them, where everything still is, yet everything is already changing. I've been living in that word for months now. It's called ‘almost’.

Twenty-six trips around the sun—and somehow, with every single one, she's only become more wonderfully, unmistakably herself. This Edit is for Madeline, on her birthday.

March was not for the faint of heart. A traveling husband, a recruitment season mid-transition, a senior's final curtain call, and a Twice concert on zero sleep—this is the Edit that closes one month and opens another, one revision at a time.

Four days in Charleston with my daughter—wandering through antique stores, chasing unexpected flowers, and sharing meals that will live in memory for a long time. This is what I came for.