Well… I said I was going to finish Dad’s chair by last Friday. And here we are. A week later. 😂 In my defense, I got into it and discovered I didn’t have any jute webbing for the base. Apparently chairs require actual structural support and not just creative determination and a staple gun. Who knew? So I ordered the webbing, waited for it to arrive, and once it showed up, I got back to work rebuilding the chair from the inside out. Tonight I finally gave it to Dad. ❤️ He was pretty happy when he saw it and immediately told me, “It’s too pretty to sit on.” Sir. That is literally why I rebuilt the chair. 😂 So naturally, I made him sit on it anyway. A week later than I planned? Yep. Did it matter in the end? Not one bit. Sometimes a project takes longer because you procrastinated. Sometimes because life gets in the way. And sometimes because you discover halfway through that you are missing an apparently rather important piece of chair anatomy. The deadline might have been mine, but this moment was the whole point. Chair finished. Dad happy. Project off my plate. Butt successfully in seat. ✅ I’m calling this one DONE.

I’m having a real WTF moment realizing it’s Wednesday. Yesterday, we had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to our beloved horse, Simply. For 9 years, my days were shaped around him… checking on him, caring for him, just being with him. Simply, was literally our way of life. And now… there’s this quiet space where that rhythm used to live. Grief does something strange to time. The world keeps moving as if nothing changed, but for you… everything feels slowed down, like you’re walking through it in a different reality. So today, there is no artwork to share, no, "what's the focus" for the week. Just a question and a poem: How do you grieve? For me… I’ve learned to feel it. All of it. The waves, the heaviness, the moments that catch you off guard. I didn’t always do that. When Eric passed, I tried to be “strong.” I pushed it down, held it together… and it only delayed the healing. It wasn’t until I let myself actually feel the things I didn’t want to feel that something began to shift. Somewhere in that process, I found my way back to creating from passion instead of performance. Writing. Designing. Letting the emotion move through something instead of getting stuck inside me. It became a release. A quiet place to put the pain… and somehow turn it into something meaningful. Today, I want to share something I wrote in honor of our sweet boy… whose name couldn’t have been more fitting: Simply Worth the Wait You carried more than riders, and jumped more than hurdles, You carried our joy & sorrows through life’s tightest circles, a quiet reminder the journey is Simply worth the wait. They spoke in low numbers, said chances were small, But you answered by staying, outlasting it all, a living reminder that faith is Simply worth the wait. Through love and through prayer, through each fragile day, You gave us more time than they said you would stay, a miracle reminder that hope is Simply worth the wait. When Loss tried to find us and pull us apart,