Because the perfect time is now.
It’s not that I forgot how old I am—it’s that I don’t quite believe it. Today I turned 47. Three short years until the big 5-0.
There’s still so much I want to do, and I’ve decided there’s no better time than now to begin.
At the top of my list? Writing the book I’ve carried with me for more than a decade. For years, I wasn’t sure I had enough to say. But with ten years of experience as an adoptive mom, I now know I do.
Our story began with male-factor infertility, a reality that Daniel and I faced together a year into our marriage. Adoption wasn’t just my decision—it was ours. Daniel was a big part of saying yes, and that yes changed everything.
Being Barry and Sean’s mom has been the most important thing I’ve ever done. And for that, I have my sister, Joni, to thank. She passed away in 2015, and though losing her reshaped our world, it also led me to the two little boys who needed me most. I count myself profoundly lucky to have been given this chance at motherhood.
I know that adoption is a core part of my legacy, and I am proud of that. But I’m not ready for it to be my only legacy. There is still something within me that longs to create. I may never create a human life—but this book, this I can do.
This post is the beginning of The Next Chapter Begins—a series about my unconventional path to motherhood, the lessons I’ve learned along the way, and what it means to shape a legacy at 47.
The perfect time is now, and I’m glad you’re here with me.
