A Chapter Closes, A Life Unfolds

In just a few short weeks—maybe even sooner—I’ll be saying goodbye to a tiny little soul who has, for a season, called me “home.” The baby I’ve been fostering will be reuniting with her family, and with that, my time as a foster mom will come to a close. This chapter, full of lullabies, bottle warmers, midnight snuggles, and unspoken bonds, has been one of the most profound experiences of my life. And it’s one I walk away from with equal parts pride and heartbreak.

Fostering was never meant to be forever for me it seems-it was meant to be enough. Enough to hold space. Enough to help a family heal. Enough to give a baby stability until it was time for them to return to the people who love them and need them most. And now, that time has come.

So what comes next?

I plan to live. To travel without a diaper bag. To stretch out in my bed and maybe even sleep past 6 a.m. To chase joy in all the corners I’ve been too tired or too busy to explore. I’ve worked hard to build a phenomenal career—and now I plan to enjoy the phenomenal living that comes with it.

And I’ll be doubling down on the work that’s long held a place in my heart: standing shoulder to shoulder with Montana’s law enforcement and first responders. I’m looking forward to doing more ride-alongs with city police, sheriff’s deputies, Montana Highway Patrol, and sit-alongs with our dispatchers. I want to spend more time out on the reservations with Tribal Police—listening, learning, and finding new ways to support them even better than I have over the last five years. The more I learn, the more I can serve—and that mission is far from over.

This next chapter? It’s about freedom, fulfillment, and maybe even finding a man I can cook for, clean for, and spoil with love—because despite the armor and the ambition, I’m a nurturer to the core. I want a partner to share my world with—someone who is strong where I am soft and soft where I am strong. And maybe this is the season where that becomes possible.

To everyone who’s been part of my life up until now—thank you. I miss you. For different reasons, in different ways, and with no bitterness. Whether we were meant to be forever, just a moment, or only a memory, I carry your imprint with grace. If we were friends and lost our way, I hope you’re flourishing. If we’re still friends, I’m grateful we had the maturity to redefine what “us” could look like.

And to those I’ve loved and let go of: I cherish what we had. Every laugh. Every late-night talk. Every plan we made that didn’t quite come true. I treasure those memories every single day.

This is not a sad goodbye. It’s a beautiful turning of the page. One chapter ending, another one beginning—with clarity, confidence, and just enough sass to keep things interesting.

Here’s to what’s next.

With love,

Samara