Today, my daughter is facing a very delicate surgery on her head — words I never imagined I would have to write, let alone live through. Time feels different today. Every minute carries weight, and every breath feels like a quiet prayer.

My heart is heavy with worry, because no parent is ever truly prepared to watch their child walk into something so fragile and uncertain. There is fear, of course. Fear of the unknown. Fear of outcomes no one can promise. Fear that sits quietly in the corners of the mind no matter how hard you try to push it away.

But alongside that fear lives something stronger.
Hope.
Faith.
And a love so deep it’s beyond words. 🤍✨

I believe in her strength, even when she doesn’t realize how strong she is. I believe in the hands caring for her, the science guiding them, and the grace surrounding her in this moment. Most of all, I believe that love can carry us through even the hardest hours.

If you see this, please keep her in your thoughts.
Send her strength for the journey ahead.
Send her healing for every cell and every breath.
Send her protection as she rests and recovers.

Every kind wish, every silent prayer, every gentle thought reaches us more deeply than you can imagine. 💫💗
Thank you for standing with us, for holding space for our family, and for reminding us that even in our most vulnerable moments, we are not alone.