Motherhood, Miracles & Real Estate: A Love Letter to the Journey

I wear a lot of hats. Realtor (technically Broker Associate). Team leader. Business owner. Wife. Mom. Professional chaos coordinator. And I do it all in heels (sometimes flip flops), with coffee in one hand and contracts in the other. But as Mother’s Day approaches, I want to take a moment and talk about something deeper than listings and lockboxes.

At 26, I was told I’d never be able to conceive naturally. And let me tell you, when you're young and ambitious and building your career, hearing the word "never" hits different. 

Fast forward 11 years. At 37, God did what only God can do: proved them wrong. My miracle came into this world, loud and perfect and entirely on His timing. That moment redefined everything I thought I knew about control, surrender, patience, and faith.

I believe in miracles. I believe everything happens exactly as it should. I also believe in working your tail off and trusting the process—even when it doesn't make sense.

In real estate, just like in life, the path rarely looks how you thought it would. Clients come to me thinking their dream home slipped away, only to land in something even better. A deal falls apart, and then another door opens. A seller panics, but a buyer appears. Timing is everything, and faith—in the process, in people, in something bigger—makes all the difference.

So if you’re still waiting for your miracle—whether it’s a baby, a home, a healing, or simply the next right thing—please know I’m praying for you too. I’ve walked through the fire, and I know what it means to hope with your whole heart while the world moves on around you.

This Mother’s Day, I’m holding space for all the moms: the ones in the thick of it, the ones grieving, the ones waiting, the ones doing it alone, and the ones still believing.

And to the women balancing dreams and doubt, career and chaos, mascara and meltdowns—you are seen. You are strong. And you're not alone.