Welcome. I’m Molly. My intentions for this blog are mostly selfish. I consider myself a pretty open person and many who know me know I can only keep a secret for a couple hours. After the death of my son, many people asked how I was doing. I found myself saying things like, “I’m doing okay” or “Things are going well, considering the circumstances”. Honestly, I feel like a pendulum. I rise up, completely trusting in God’s sovereign plan for my life. Then I plunge into a deep sorrow, audibly repeating Paxton’s name over and over again through sobs.

I need this. I need to divulge my thoughts somewhere. So, if you’re reading this, thank you for coming alongside me while I sort through this overwhelming grief. Bear with me, as I anticipate a bumpy ride.

Just a little about me. I am 24, a nurse, a wife, and a mother. My husband, Evan, is a pilot in the Army. We have 2 crazy dogs, Moose and Georgia. We live in Manhattan, Kansas. We just moved here in May, but have already made dear friends through our church. I love cold weather, but being a Florida girl, I don’t know how this Kansas winter is gonna treat me.

Paxton was born very premature and passed away shortly after. The grief Evan and I are continuing to experience seems insurmountable at times. Since we just moved to Kansas and spent most of the summer in the NICU, we don’t really have much local support yet. However, we do have lots of friends and family and friends of family all around the world that have been immensely supportive throughout this whole process. There is nothing that we can say or do to express how thankful we are for the hundreds and hundreds of prayers for Paxton during his life. We. Are. Blessed.

So, without further ado, it is my pleasure to introduce you to my deepest thoughts. Cheers!