But over the years, especially during COVID, things shifted. I had just graduated with my MBA and moved to a small town in Indiana with my husband. Travel wasn’t really an option, but honestly, I didn’t miss it the way I thought I would. I started slowing down in the best way — spending eight hours on a puzzle, doing nothing in particular, and learning how to be bored again. And it was good.

That season made me realize I didn’t want to chase the next big thing. I wanted to be present. I wanted a little quiet. I wanted to notice the small stuff again.

And then I became a mom.

Suddenly, I wanted to show my daughter everything miraculous about the world — and I wanted to remember all of it. I picked up my camera again. I started writing things down. And I felt this pull to document and share what I was learning — not because I had it all figured out, but because maybe someone else needed help finding a system that worked for them, too.

That’s where Love, Maddily lives now: somewhere between past and present, travel and home, fast and slow. A space to keep what matters, and to keep it close.