Why I’m Writing This Book

I didn’t set out to write a children’s book.

This started in a much quieter place like late-night conversations with one of my children. It is in the small questions that felt too big for little kids to carry.

Years ago, my mom passed away while my girls were still young and I was pregnant. I don’t think I was prepared for how hard that season would be. I was trying to process my own grief while also helping my children make sense of something I didn’t fully understand myself.

There were so many questions about heaven.

Where is it?

What is it like?

Will we see her again?

I wanted to answer them in a way that honored my faith and the truth of what I believe, but also in a way that felt gentle and safe for children. Something they could hold onto. Something that didn’t feel heavy.

And if I’m honest, I didn’t always feel equipped to do that.

More recently, those questions have come back in a new way through my young son. His curiosity is innocent and constant, and it has brought me right back to those same conversations. But this time, I felt a pull to do something with it.

To take all of these moments and put them somewhere.

That’s where this book began.

It’s a story about heaven, but it’s also a story about comfort. About imagination. About helping children process big ideas in a way that feels peaceful instead of overwhelming.

I’m sharing this here because I want to invite you into the process. The messy middle of creating something that matters. The parts that are meaningful and the parts that are hard.

If you’ve ever had a child ask a question you weren’t sure how to answer, or if your family has walked through loss, I hope this will resonate with you.

And if nothing else, I hope it gives you a small way to start those conversations.

The book is coming in October, and I’ll be sharing more along the way.

I’m really glad you’re here.