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My name is Emma. I’m a lover of all things deep and meaningful and beautiful. Relationships being numero uno. My favorite thing to do is have coffee with one of my nearest and dearest, and talk about what our hearts have been experiencing lately. (I’m an ennegram 4. Can you tell? 😉 Wing 3 though. Wing 3.)

I’ve been married to a man for over a decade that I couldn’t have dreamed up if I tried (God knows what I need so much more than I do), and I am a mother to five little boys – 4 on earth and 1 heaven. I’m so grateful to have been able to stay home with our boys since my oldest was born. It’s the hardest job ever and it can make me cry weekly (ok, sometimes daily…ok! Multiple times a day. They are so loud you guys. But I love their little squishy faces!), but I know I will be so thankful to have been there for so many moments. Being a mother has been the only job I’ve ever wanted.

I grew up in a college town in Kansas and I am the oldest of four siblings. I was raised in Christian home and I have known Jesus my entire life. I’ll be honest, I used to wish I had some big come to Jesus moment where I could have experienced the contrast of life without faith verse life with faith. However, the gift of my lifelong foundation of faith became incredibly essential when I lost my second child, Ezra Shepherd, to placental abruption during labor in 2012. (read more about him here)

It was the hardest experience of my life. I realized how much my faith was in my bones when I was weeping and the line of a hymn or verse my pastor repeated often would come to mind and wash over the pain.

This grief was what gave me the bravery to write my first blog post. I was so numb I didn’t even care and baring my soul to the world didn’t feel scary. My emotions were absolutely pouring out of my body, and putting them on paper made sense. The response from others was amazing and like nothing that I expected. A dear friend who was also grieving a great loss around the same time as me said that when she read my posts, she was given the words for her feelings that she didn’t even know she had. My writing had helped her process her grief. It was stunning and completely humbling.

After I had my rainbow baby, the blog fell by the wayside as I was navigating life after such a traumatic loss. I would write a post once a year for Ezra’s birthday, and I would feel the nudge. I was meant to pick it back up again. I’ve always felt the pull to blog again, so here I am.

I want to write my thoughts about faith, mothering, marriage, and relationships here.

I want to share my love for creating beauty in our home and giving it life through traditions and memories.

I want to share my passion for nourishing my family with slow, real food from scratch.

If that sounds like too much, you let me know. But I’m here for it!

And I’m so glad you made it here too!

Love,

Emma