Mornings, Messages, and Moments that really matter.

Good afternoon, dear friends.

Today has been one of those slow, gentle mornings that I truly treasure. I woke up feeling calm, rested, and content. I spent most of the morning listening to stories on my phone, drifting in and out of little naps. It was peaceful — the kind of quiet rest that lets your mind wander and your heart settle.

Before my mom left for work, we had our usual coffee time together with my stepdad. The music was soft and sweet in the background as we talked about small things, laughed about little moments, and simply enjoyed being together. Those times, even if they seem ordinary, are the kind of memories that stay with me.

On top of that, I’ve been keeping up with my disability advocacy work. Lately, I’ve been posting more Reels — sometimes sharing scripture my grandmother passes along, other times capturing my coffee-time greetings or simple daily reflections. My goal is always to connect, to spread awareness, and to give encouragement in the middle of someone’s scrolling.

And then there’s a special part of my days lately — my connection with my dear friend Jenna Hildebrand. We’ve been emailing each other almost every day, sometimes even two or three times a day. Often it’s late at night when she can’t sleep, and she’ll send me a note just to remind me that she loves me. Other times, it’s just to share something she’s thinking about, or to lift each other up when the day has been hard. Those emails have become a steady thread of comfort and friendship woven into my week.

Between my family mornings, the connection with friends like Jenna, and the work I’m doing on my page, I feel surrounded by warmth and purpose. Even on quiet days, there’s so much life happening in the little details — conversations, laughter, shared music, and words of encouragement sent across the miles.

I hope your day has its own mix of rest and joy, and that you find beauty in both the big moments and the small ones.

Until next time,

— Kamala 

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