When I was a child, going to church with my grandparents just felt… normal. Sunday mornings had a rhythm—songs, prayers, stories—and it was all part of life. I didn’t have to think about God; I just felt Him there, in the people around me, in the music, in the quiet moments of reflection. It was familiar. It was home. Now, as an adult, I find myself wanting to bring that same normalcy back—not just for me, but for my children. Life is busy. Days are full. And yet, there’s thi

Not all love stories begin with sparks in the sky. Some begin with two hearts slowly finding each other—through classrooms, hallways, and moments that felt simple, yet were quietly becoming forever. Meet Amy—a Southern California girl who followed her heart all the way to Virginia—and Shayne, a Northern Virginia native with roots already planted deep. Their story didn’t begin with a grand gesture, but in the familiar hum of an elementary school where they both worked. She was

For the first love story of the month, I have to start with the one that started it all—mine. It began in 2009 at JCLC camp in Fort Eustis, Virginia. Now, if you imagine summer camp as s’mores and campfires, think again. This was JROTC camp—pushups, drills, and endless awkward teenage moments. Cody and I were 14 and 15, too young to know much about love, yet old enough to feel it flutter. Between marching and sweat-soaked uniforms, we wrote little love notes, laughed until ou