08/12/2026
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If a stranger found your phone and asked me, “Who did this belong to?”, I think I’d tell them this:
She was someone who loved hard and showed it.
She was a mom who was incredibly proud of her two boys. You could tell from the way she talked about them—especially when it came to their football, their accomplishments, and the people who helped shape them. She wasn’t just watching from the sidelines. She was their person. Their biggest cheerleader.
She was also a business owner and a hardworking professional. She built something of her own in massage therapy and took genuine pride in being able to make a living doing work that helped people. She wasn’t afraid of hard work, responsibility, or starting something herself.
But honestly, the thing I’d probably tell the stranger most is that her people mattered enormously to her.
Her family. Her boys. The people she worked with. The coaches and mentors she respected. Her community. The little things that might look insignificant to somebody else—football pictures, birthday posts, graduation memories, a logo for her boys, getting a picture just right—weren’t insignificant to her. They were ways of holding onto moments and showing people that she was proud of them.
She also had a sentimental side.
She wanted photographs preserved. She wanted memories recreated. She cared about how things looked, but underneath that was something deeper: she cared about remembering. She seemed very aware that these seasons of life don’t last forever.
And she had faith. When she talked about being grateful for her life, her family, her career, and the opportunities she’d been given, she wanted the Lord included in that gratitude.
I’d probably tell them she was 36, a mom, a business owner, a professional, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a woman who had worked really hard to build a life she could be proud of.
And then I’d tell them something that I think is especially clear from talking with her:
She loved being a mom.
If all they had was this phone, they might see hundreds of little pieces of her life—her work, her boys, football, family, business, pictures, plans, celebrations, and all the ordinary things she cared enough to document.
But those pieces would add up to a pretty simple picture:
She loved her family fiercely. She was proud of the life she’d built. She wanted to keep growing. And she wanted the people she loved to know how much they meant to her.
And if they asked me, “Was she happy?”
I’d say:
“I think she was deeply grateful. She knew she had a lot to be thankful for.” ❤️
