Spring break came and went in a blur of noise, laughter, chaos, and quiet moments that hit a little deeper than expected. It was truly one for the books!
There were adventures—so many of them. Sleepovers filled the house with laughter from the littles. Days were spent at Elevate trampoline , Slick City, running between games, practices, and tournaments. Life felt loud and full in the best way.
I watched my daughter step into something new this week. A new team. A new position. Only two practices in, and somehow, she owned it like she had been there all along! Four games equaled four triples, several instant outs, perfect throws and more. It created confidence, growth, and grit. Moments like these remind me just how strong she is becoming.
One of my bigs spent the week in Newport Beach, building memories of their own. Even from a distance, through FaceTimes and posts, I got to see their joy. It’s a different kind of motherhood when they start living parts of their lives away from you—but it’s beautiful, too.
We squeezed in a preseason MLB game, soaked up what was likely the last hint of “cool” weather, and then, just like that, Arizona reminded us who’s in charge. Triple digits… in March. As if that wasn’t enough, the grasshoppers arrived. Not just a few—but waves of them. Everywhere. A reminder that sometimes life just gets… messy. I’ll leave it at that! #iykyk
We had several conversations via phone, text, and Facetime with my son who is away in college. He couldn’t be home this break though we all wished he could. There is pride in where he is… and an ache in missing him. There were texts and pop up visits from my oldest. While he still “lives” at home, he is never home! When he is not working he is with his awesome girlfriend. I am so proud of both of them, him a correctional officer and her working in the medical field! I cherish every moment we have with them. The late night “goodnight” calls from him make my mom heart melt- just another sign I did something right.
But even in the middle of all the movement, all the noise, all the life—there was loss. A deep one.
We said goodbye to someone who meant so much to our family. A woman who fought hard, loved deeply, and left a mark that won’t fade. Cancer took her from us, and the weight of that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers in the quiet moments. In the pauses between everything else.
It’s strange how life doesn’t slow down for grief. There is still appointments, labs, work, responsibilities and the list goes on.
And then there’s me. I’m still here, still fighting, still showing up.
The fatigue has been heavier lately. It creeps in quicker and lingers longer. This break and how my body has changed has helped me learn something new in this “season of life”. I’ve learned— strength doesn’t always look like pushing hard. Sometimes it looks like simply not giving up!
These two weeks of Spring Break held everything all at once—joy, pride, chaos, laughter, grief, exhaustion, love.
Maybe that’s what life really is… not one or the other, but all of it, happening at the same time. We don’t get to choose what comes our way. But we do get to choose how we carry it.
And no matter what the season brings—the beat goes on
The Beat Goes On 
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