Kay SM
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The Game That Raised Me
“I learned early that resilience isn’t loud. It doesn’t look like a highlight reel. Sometimes it looks like doing physical therapy alone after school. It looks like crutches at the state tournament. It looks like icing a knee and pretending… Continue reading
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2025: The Good Kind of Chaos
“As this year comes to a close, I feel thankful. Not because it was perfect—but because it was real. Because we grew, loved hard, showed up for each other, and kept moving forward. I don’t know exactly what next year… Continue reading
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New Year’s Hope
“My hope is to let Him lead, to trust His timing, and to believe that the doors He opens are meant for me—and the ones He closes are for my protection, even when I don’t understand it. More than anything,… Continue reading
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Dancing in the Dark
“Music has a way of holding our memories gently, like a time capsule we can open when we’re ready. Today, it reminded me that even the hardest chapters can become the ones you look back on with pride—not because they… Continue reading
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Borrowed Affirmations
“So there I was, a grown woman needing the same affirmations I hand my five-year-old like little daily doses of courage. I used them as a lifeline. I borrowed from him just to push through, quietly telling myself, I am… Continue reading
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Kaylee, why do you write a blog? What is so extraordinary?
“I’m not living a dramatic storyline, I’m not wildly remarkable, and I don’t have some extraordinary journey that begs to be broadcast. What I do have is a deeply lived life—a real one—and that alone feels meaningful enough to document.… Continue reading
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Grateful for His Year, Grateful for Him
“There is a unique ache in co-parenting that shows itself most clearly on birthdays—the day that should feel simple and celebratory, the day that marks your becoming a mother, and yet it seems tangled in logistics” Continue reading
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Five Years of Odin
Five years ago today, I met the little boy who would change the very structure of who I am. Five years ago today, I became someone new, not just a mother in title, but a mother in soul. Life shifted… Continue reading
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Humble Progress
“Running again feels awkward, humbling, and sweaty in ways that remind me that growth is earned—not entitled. But those miles meant something bigger than cardio. They represented forward motion—in health, in motherhood, in confidence, and in honoring the woman I… Continue reading
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Nothing but Gratitude
“When I look back, it’s a blur of busy calendars, muddy shoes, little boy laughter, wedding planning chaos, and freezer-filling Alaska days. But woven through all of it was this steady feeling of thankfulness.” Continue reading
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