I had planned on spending my 30th birthday somewhere deep in the Oregon backcountry, horseback. Then, around Christmas, we got a little news that turned into this growing belly.

I hear motherhood is a lot about adapting to changed plans.

And while part of me is sorry to see the adventuring years of my 20s go, another part of me is more than happy to say bye-bye to all that angst and wandering.

I’m glad I can step into a new decade here, at home, with the people who make it home. Glad my life is full of flowers. The big mountains will still be there when we’re ready to tackle them as a gang of three.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mamas. It means something new to me this year. 💕