At Christmas, I like to pause and look at what truly matters.

And no matter what our story has been, I will always be grateful for this: that together we brought three incredible human beings into the world. They are my greatest joy, my proudest legacy, and the best parts of my life.

There were seasons when our roles looked different. While you worked hard to provide, I was given the gift of being the constant at home—hands-on, present, and all-in. I was there for the first breaths, first steps, first days of school, fevers, tears, tooth fairy nights, teacher conferences, practices, performances, and the thousand quiet moments that don’t make it into photos, but make up a childhood.

I don’t take that gift lightly. It shaped me. It shaped them. And it gave me a lifetime of memories I will never stop treasuring.

Today, I’m also grateful that our children still get to share experiences together and build memories that connect them as siblings. That matters. Family matters. And I will always want a life for them that feels full, supported, and loved.

So this is my Christmas wish: peace, health, and a softening of the hard edges for all of us. May our kids always know they are deeply loved. May they carry the best forward. And may this season remind us that gratitude doesn’t erase the past—it simply makes room for hope.

Merry Christmas.