A Quiet Return & A Hopeful August

It’s been a while since I wrote here.

Summer brought its usual mix of sweetness and chaos — time with my kids, slower mornings, the rhythm of meals and adventures and quiet pauses in between. Now, the holiday has ended, and I’ve stepped back into work again. Just three days a week, which I’m grateful for. It’s a gentle way in. Still, I’d rather be home with my little ones, soaking up their presence, shaping the days together.

And yet… I’m okay. The new job is kind. We’re still not fully settled on where we’ll live long-term, but that too feels okay, for now. I’ve let go of needing all the answers. I’m learning to stand where I am, even if the ground shifts sometimes.

Homeschooling feels right. I feel peace knowing my children are growing in their own rhythm, surrounded by love and freedom and curiosity. That choice alone gives me hope.

So here we are — August arriving. The air softening. The days just beginning to hint at the turn ahead. I want to meet this month with calm. I want to hold space for what is still unknown, and trust that good things take time.

I’m letting the future unfold, one soft step at a time.

With ink and intention,
Sam

Pages turning slowly — August begins with calm