Letters to my Sons

To my bonus baby—

Fawkes, my sweet boy—you came into my life with this old-soul gentleness, like you’ve always carried a handful of wisdom tucked into your back pocket. Sometimes I forget how young you really are because you move through the world with such thoughtfulness and humility.

One night I was sitting at the kitchen table, worn thin from a day, and you noticed before I even said a word. You walked over, wrapped your arms around me, and whispered, “I love you.” You had no idea how much that mattered in that moment—but that’s you. You notice. You give. You love without asking anything back.

Being your Mama Kaylee has taught me that the greatest strength isn’t always in standing tall—it’s in kneeling beside someone else when they’re down. You’ve shown me how powerful quiet compassion can be, how nurturing isn’t weakness but a gift that heals. You’ve stretched me to slow down, to listen deeper, to realize that love is most alive when it’s gentle.

To My Odin

Odin, my bold, brave, feisty one—you hit the ground running, and I don’t think you’ve ever slowed down. You meet the world with wide eyes and wide arms, it’s all an adventure waiting for you to claim it. Brave doesn’t even begin to cover it.

I’ll never forget the day at the beach when you heard a little girl crying and, without a second thought, you darted off to check on her. I called after you, half-worried, and you simply said, “I’m making sure that friend is okay.” In that moment, I caught a glimpse of the man you’re becoming—protective, confident, determined to do what’s right. I also saw pieces of your Daddy Adam, Papa Scott, and your Uncles woven together in your big heart.

Being your mommy has stretched me in a different way. You’ve pushed me to be braver too—to speak up, to take risks, to stand firm in what matters. When life threw me into single motherhood, moving home with you in my arms, I didn’t feel at all brave. But looking back now, I see that same fire in me that burns so brightly in you. Raising you has been a mirror, reminding me that courage isn’t about being fearless—it’s about showing up anyway.

To Both of You

You are so different, but you fit together as pieces of the same story. Fawkes, you remind me to love softly. Odin, you remind me to live boldly. And together, you’ve grown me into a mother I never imagined I could be.

If you take anything with you into your own lives, I hope it’s this: love deeply, live honestly, and let God shape your story in ways you couldn’t plan. Because sometimes the most beautiful things come from the places we didn’t expect.

Love you my boys🩵

Mommy/Mama Kaylee