10/11/2026
At 8:30 this morning, my daughter and I joined the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer event in Dayton, with Yoshi and Clarabelle bringing a little GoatCountry joy to everyone they met. 💗
We spent the morning visiting with people, sharing goat cuddles, and making people smile. We’re grateful for every chance to bring a little happiness to someone’s day.
But today held something deeper in our hearts.
We were there in memory of my mom, Carolyn, who we lost in 2015, and my brother’s mom, Carol, who we just lost last week. One grief familiar, the other painfully fresh. Both deeply loved and missed.
I kept thinking about what my mom would say about this life we’ve built. Would she laugh at all the goats? What would she think of the places they take us and the people whose hearts they touch?
I wish I could call her and tell her about it. And I wonder if she would be proud of me. I wish she could see our hearts—the love behind what we do and how we’re trying to use what God has given us to make a difference.
We bring our grief and those unanswered questions to Him, trusting that He hears the words we struggle to say. And we’re grateful He continues to give us opportunities to love people, offer comfort, and bring a little joy into someone’s day.
Today, we held two goat leashes and carried two precious women in our hearts.
For my mom. For Carol. For everyone still fighting, and every family missing someone they love. It was an honor to be there, sharing love and holding on to hope. 💗
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.” — Psalm 34:18