It’s all the little moments that add up to something big—spending time with my girls, making memories, and just seeing their happiness unfold. Whether it’s their big grins on a quick trip to Des Moines, the way they light up jumping on the trampoline with me, or how they still ask to play a board game after a long day, it’s those simple joys that fill me up. Every night, their hugs and “I love yous” before bed melt my heart, and hearing about their day makes me feel so connected to them.

Our trip to Panama City Beach is a memory I’ll hold close forever. Seeing my girls race toward the ocean for the first time was pure joy. That trip means even more because of the moments that reshaped us as a family. When both girls were in kindergarten, Riley was diagnosed with juvenile arthritis then Maggie with juvenile diabetes, we learned how to navigate both situations, keep them strong and smiling. That trip wasn’t just a vacation, but a reminder to soak in every small, beautiful moment.

I’d put it into our family home. It’s where my girls grow, where we laugh over dinner or pile on the couch after a crazy day. With my husband farming long hours through planting and harvest, and me juggling everything else, this house is our anchor. I’d love to make it an even better place for us—a space that’s safe, warm, and ready for all the life we live here, from quiet nights to the chaos of getting the girls to activities. It’s where my heart is, and I want it to be strong for them.