Seasons change, both in nature and in our lives. When I was a young mother, I used to rush through each season, living at full-speed, trying to squeeze every precious memory out of everyday, breathless to get to the next. 
What I found was that over time, I became weary of that pace and exhausted with the constant need to fill each moment of each day with wonder and whimsy. I desired a slower rhythm filled with intention and meaning but had created a home that had forgotten how to breathe and allow for space and rest. 
Then my daughter Courtney was given only months to live and in that moment, I decided that time would stand still

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