This book is not a manual.

It’s a mosaic.

A collection of moments—messy, miraculous, and deeply meaningful—that led me to discover that the most sacred kind of learning begins at home. Not because home is perfect. But because home is personal.

You’ll read a lot about Lucy in these pages. That’s not because I love her more. It’s simply a matter of time. I’ve had the honor of being with her every day since she was born—nursing her, watching her take her first steps, and learning to read side by side on our living room floor.

But this story isn’t only hers.

It’s also about Anderson—my stepson, who taught me what it means to love with no strings attached. You’ll meet him throughout the book, and though his chapters may look different, his light is just as bright.

It’s also about Richard, my husband and partner in all things. And it’s about me—the woman I was before motherhood, and the one I’ve become since. It’s about growing up with dyslexia, 2 falling in love unexpectedly, and finding God’s fingerprints in the folds of everyday life.

This book is about learning. Not just the kind that happens in workbooks or lesson plans—but the kind that shapes who we are. The kind that happens when a parent shows up, pays attention, and chooses to nurture—not rush—a child’s unfolding mind.

And if this book finds you somewhere in the middle of your own story—tired, uncertain, or simply trying to raise your kids with a little more light—

Then know this:

You’re not alone.

And I’m so glad you’re here