On Mother’s Day 2025, while out grocery shopping as a family—our two boys in tow and our newborn just a week old—I stayed in the car to breastfeed after we left Kroger. As I nursed our little one in the parking lot, I noticed something fluttering from a tree nearby. Curious, I asked my husband to check it out, and he returned with a small quilted heart. It felt like such a tender, unexpected gift in the midst of new motherhood. That heart now hangs in our baby’s nursery, a sweet reminder of the love, connection, and quiet moments that bind us—through breastfeeding, through family, and through the simple threads of everyday grace.
