7am on a Saturday and we’re already deep into Candy Land—no coffee, no warning, just full energy from my child while I’m running on empty. It’s chaotic, exhausting, and somehow still one of those moments I know I’ll miss one day.

Mom guilt has a way of showing up uninvited—making you question if you’re doing enough, even when you’re doing everything you can. But sometimes, it’s the smallest moments with your child that remind you… you are.

“Mom, will you marry me?” my 4-year-old asks, dropping to one knee and kissing my hand like a true gentleman. For months now, he’s been popping this question randomly throughout the day, never satisfied when I tell him no. His rebuttals, debates, and pleas for a “5-minute marriage” always leave me laughing — and marveling at just how big his love really is.