Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

I’ve always been someone who holds onto the little things. The soft, simple moments that don’t make a scene but somehow settle deep in your heart. Like the way the sky turns soft pink and gold just before the sun dips, or the sound of laughter coming from the backseat after a spontaneous ice cream stop.

One simple thing that brings me joy? Capturing memories. Whether it’s with my camera, scribbled in a note, or simply tucked into my heart, there’s something special about pressing pause and really feeling a moment. When I document my daughter’s childhood—the sparkle in her eyes as she waves at people, or how she carefully picks out her outfits for school—it’s not just about keeping a record. It’s my way of saying, This mattered.

There’s something beautiful about being fully present. Like when a dragonfly suddenly appears or I spot a feather on the ground and feel like maybe, just maybe, it’s a little sign from above. These aren’t flashy moments—but they mean everything to me.

Motherhood has changed the way I see everything. It’s taught me to slow down, pay closer attention, and love even harder. I want to keep every bit of it—the wild, the wonderful, and the everyday moments that make it whole. I want my daughter to know she was wrapped in love in every moment, not just the big ones.

Because maybe joy really is in the details. The little things that don’t seem like much until we look back and realize they were the most meaningful of all. Maybe we don’t have to chase happiness—it’s already here, in a laugh, a hug, or that golden glow right before the sun goes down.

Here’s to the small things. The ones that turn out to be the big things after all.