There was no tree. There were no Christmas pictures, no company. There were gifts, but they were opened before Christmas Day. After high hopes for Thanksgiving and plans that fell through leading up to Christmas, our focus shifted. It was no longer about “looking” like we enjoyed the holidays—it was about truly experiencing and enjoying them.
For me, Christmas this year was filled with gratitude. I relaxed, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel the weight of worry. We enjoyed each other’s company, we rested, and we celebrated baby Jaxon’s first birthday exactly the way we wanted. It was surprisingly beautiful—so peaceful, so fulfilling.
While my husband wrestled with feelings of falling short, I couldn’t be prouder of him. We had everything we needed and wanted this year, and for once, it was all because of him. He loves to credit us as a team, but as a stay-at-home mom, it was a blessing to be on the receiving end for a change. Knowing him for 14 years, I’ve watched him grow so much as a provider, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
As I close out the year, I can’t help but reflect on how far I’ve come. I’m proud of myself. Therapy has been transformative. It’s helped me face emotions and traumas I’ve struggled with for so long. I’ve become more confident in my decision-making, more self-aware, and I’ve embraced the fact that there’s still so much room to grow.
This year, I also learned to lean into unfamiliar dependency. We’ve found a place where asking for and receiving help feels natural, not forced. It’s a relief to have a community we can depend on. As a mom of two and a wife, I’ve realized my energy in this season belongs to my family. I’ve spent years being everything to everyone, often without reciprocity, and that cycle ended this year. I’ve learned the value of being quiet and still.
God has been so gracious to me. This year was tough, but He carried me through it all. I’ve learned to seek approval, stability, and comfort in His love, and He has provided continuously and abundantly. That is my testimony.
Looking ahead, my goals for the new year are rooted in love—love for everyone and everything. I want to live with happiness, peace, and love as constants, regardless of what’s happening around me. In the past, I’ve stifled my own joy by matching negative energy, and I’m leaving that behind.
I will continue to manifest. I’ve seen the power of holding on to dreams and desires and watching them come to fruition. I will stay on this journey of self-discovery while striving to be the best mom and wife I can be. As we welcome new life into our family, I’ll keep my focus on the things that matter most. My catering business, Branseats, will remain a part of my life, but my family will always come first.
This year, I’m saying goodbye to uncertainty and hello to the plans God has for me. Whatever you believe in, I hope the new year brings you peace, love, and a reminder to be kind to yourself. Lean into your own happiness, and be blessed!
