Today I turn 28, and looking back on 27 feels like stepping off a roller coaster. If someone had told me a year ago I’d be writing this with a sleeping baby in the next room, I probably would have laughed—or more likely, cried.
When I wrote last year’s post I was in a dark place, caught in the uncertainty of a “two week wait” and trying to cling to hope. I had always pictured becoming a parent by that age. What I didn’t know then was that I was already pregnant as I typed those words. I also didn’t know that pregnancy would end in a miscarriage that turned into an ectopic pregnancy, a surgery, and a lot of unanswered questions from doctors. That experience marked the end of a painful fertility chapter and, unexpectedly, the beginning of one of the most meaningful periods of my life.
The last year has been full of highs and lows. I experienced a second failed pregnancy, launched a shop, began the adoption process, and—most importantly—I finally became a mother. I went from bracing for disappointment to watching so many things fall into place.
I now have a joyful, healthy son and a deep, loving relationship with the woman who gave us this gift. I feel closer to you, my readers, than ever before. Our last two product drops sold out, and keeping up with demand was a pleasant challenge. There are more projects and surprises ahead this year that I’m excited to share when the time is right.
I won’t pretend it was easy to adjust. I still catch myself waiting for the other shoe to drop. Long stretches of grief make it hard to accept sudden happiness, and I still have fears and adjustments to make—like learning how to balance work and motherhood. If I could travel back and tell my 27-year-old self how dramatically life would change in twelve months, I would in a heartbeat.
Age 27 taught me a lot about who I am and what I truly need. I learned that a biological child isn’t the only path to parenthood and that, if life never gives me that option, I would be okay. Adoption has been a beautiful, life-changing experience. Arlo is an extraordinary gift; I love him more than I ever imagined possible. It feels like we were meant to find each other.
I also discovered that success doesn’t have to mean building the biggest company. A small, focused business suits me better. Working non-stop doesn’t bring happiness, so I’ve reshaped my goals and business model to reflect that truth.
Now, at 28, I’m wiping away happy tears while singing Disney songs to a smiling baby—no more waking to another negative test and disappointment.
What a difference a year makes.
There isn’t a single lesson I want to preach, only an encouragement for anyone going through hard times: you never know how much can change in a year. When you’re in the thick of it, listen to your instincts and pay attention to what matters most. Low points force reflection, and that clarity helps you prioritize your life and choices.
Thank you for the support, the prayers, the tears, and the celebrations over the past year. I’m so grateful for each of you and eager to see what 28 brings. Let’s do this.