THE GREATEST GIFT, THREE TIMES OVER: WELCOMING KIT CARROWAY HUFF
This past weekend was supposed to be ordinary — a few quiet days spent waiting, hoping, praying. But then, as life often does in its most sacred moments, it surprised us. And just like that, it became one of the most profound, beautiful weekends of our lives.
We welcomed Kit Carroway Huff into the world. A tiny girl with a mighty name, wide eyes, and a presence that immediately softened every heart in the room. From the moment she arrived, she was ours. Fully. Completely. Unequivocally loved.
And while we celebrate her birth with joy beyond words, there’s something else — something deeper — that I find myself sitting with in the quiet hours since. Because this isn’t the first time I’ve held my daughter’s hand as she brought a new life into the world.
This is the third time I’ve witnessed my daughter give birth to her own daughter.
And I will never, ever get over it.
To witness your child becoming a mother — not once, but three times — is something that changes you. It peels away layers of the heart you didn’t know existed. It rewrites your understanding of strength. It humbles you. It reminds you that, truly, life is the greatest miracle we’re given.
@legitsadierob — Sadie, my daughter, my friend, my now-seasoned mama — I am in awe of you. Watching you walk this road again, watching you lean into the hard, into the unknown, into the sacred — you did it with grace, courage, and unshakable faith. You are a woman of strength, and you are raising daughters who will inherit that same light.
You make motherhood look like worship.
And to @christian_huff — I saw you. I saw the way you stood beside her. The steadiness in your eyes, the gentleness in your touch, the way your hand never left hers. You were her anchor in the storm and her peace in the pain. That room was full of love because you helped create it.
There was no performance, no pretending — just real love. Deep love. The kind that holds, that breathes, that believes.
And baby Kit… what a world you’ve been born into. A world where you are already adored. Where your big sisters can’t stop looking at you. Where every single one of us feels like we’ve known you forever, even though we’ve only just met. You carry a name, a story, a promise — and already, you’re writing your own.
I could say a thousand more things, but I’ll end with this:
There is no greater honor than watching your child become a parent. No deeper gift than seeing the generations unfold before your eyes. And no sweeter sound than the cry of new life in a room full of love and faith.
Welcome to the world, Kit Carroway.
You are everything we prayed for.
And so much more.
Love always,
Kmama