08/12/2026
Our plans looked a little different this summer. We had hoped to see Texas and New England, but after Brody’s procedure in July, I just wasn’t sure if I was ready to take on a big, long trip by myself with him. I didn’t know what the next few weeks would look like or if I could truly do everything on my own.
So instead of one big adventure, we made room for a few smaller ones as Brody got stronger. And honestly? It was wonderful. 🥰
This year, our Mom & Son trip was Nashville. Close enough to home that if I ever needed to yell MAYDAY, I knew I could call someone and get help. 😂 That little bit of reassurance made it possible for me to relax and just enjoy my boy.
And that’s exactly what we did.
Three days of wandering aimlessly through the city. No car. No real agenda. Just Brody, me, our own navigation system, music playing, way too much deliciously bad food, and a whole lot of laughter. 🎶🍔❤️
We walked, we listened to music, we explored, we people-watched, and we made memories. We didn’t have to be anywhere at a certain time. We didn’t have to rush. We just were.
And watching Brody enjoy himself was everything.
There are moments as a mom that you know you will carry with you forever. Watching your child laugh, experience new things, feel included, and simply enjoy life makes every hard day worth it. ❤️
And Nashville was SO kind to Brody. 🥰 From the people we met to the places we went, we felt welcomed. Accessibility didn’t stop us from having fun—it just became part of our adventure.
And of course… Brody has officially decided that Morgan Wallen’s bar is HIS favorite bar. 😂❤️ It was his first time there, (it’s pretty new) and somehow we ended up visiting it approximately 47 more times. 😂🎶
This trip wasn’t Texas. It wasn’t New England.
It was something even more special.
It was three days with my boy, making memories, laughing until our faces hurt, listening to music, eating all the bad food, and proving to myself that we can still do this. ❤️
Sometimes the biggest adventures aren’t the ones that take you the farthest from home.
Sometimes they’re the ones that remind you how far you’ve already come.
Nashville, we’ll be back. And Brody will probably be heading straight back to his favorite bar.