November 7, 2025

“Live every day like it’s your last.” It’s something we all aspire to, but in reality, it’s almost impossible to uphold.

Lately, I’ve found myself settling back into the familiar routines that fill my days — making food, doing laundry, cleaning constantly, driving to and from schools. These never-ending, often mundane tasks make up so much of life. And sometimes, as I move through them, I find myself thinking back to those months when I was driving back and forth from the hospital, doing everything I could to make my kids’ lives feel as normal as possible.

Back then, I often wished for the chance to do these very things — to cook dinner, to fold laundry, to just sit at home together around the table.

I’ve been thinking a lot about The Liturgy of the Ordinary by Tish Harrison Warren during this new season I’m in. The book reminds me that there’s a sacredness in the ordinary — in making lunches, changing diapers, and cleaning up what feels like 645 messes a day.

I still get overwhelmed, anxious, and frustrated by the sheer sum of it all. But when I compare my life now to how it was earlier this year, I feel deeply grateful for the opportunity to participate in life this way — to be here, present, in the everyday moments with my family.

I may not live every day like it’s my last, but I am learning to live every day like it matters. And for now, that feels like enough.

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Oliver is doing so well! He loved visiting the mountains and was thrilled by Halloween.