Our Mission
Minimal. Meaningful. Made to last. Remember, inspire, uplift, give, missionary.

We’re the sisters behind
Stamp My Story
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
I’m Keira…

I’ve never been a surface swimmer. I crave the deep.
I’ve always been especially
I chose to have my first baby with a midwife at a birth center and it changed my life. I found incredible strength, experienced the depth of my husband’s love, and felt the first breath of my son on my chest as I held him. It was the climax and crowning event of my mortal life to that point. I was born that day just as much as he was.
The high from his birth carried me through the lows of the explainable prolonged seizures he began having at three months old. 100 seizures later, he was diagnosed with a rare type of epilepsy called Dravet Syndrome.
Five weeks after his diagnosis, we welcomed our second child, a beautiful baby girl into our family. Our chunky babies were just sixteen months apart. Some days I felt unbelievable joy, and other days– between seizures, diapers, feeding, bathing, marriage meltdowns, toddler meltdowns, (and my own meltdowns) wrestling with God– I never felt more overwhelmed.
Our baby girl was here for seven short months before unexpectedly passing away during a nap. The shock and grief that followed were the darkest, blackest, and most crushing time of my life. Through the mourning, and the pain, and the aching emptiness and the long process of trying to find purpose in life again, I’ve learned what it means to trust God. Jesus Christ is– more than ever– the source of all my joy. Life is still hard (I write about that often)– but more often, I write about the tender mercies, miracles, and amazing experiences we have raising our family as we try to rebuild our home.
Just as I was born the day my son was, I was equally reborn with my daughter’s passing.
I am not the same person I was before. Neither is my husband. We choose to live deeply, and give freely. Marriage and motherhood is my greatest adventure. I strive to find meaning in all things. I know about hurt. I know about pain. I still grieve– and yet I still believe in divine design. And I believe in Jesus Christ.
I believe that families are the most important thing on this planet, and I fiercely believe in finding– and clinging to– faith in Jesus Christ.
You’ll find that I’m a genuinely happy person. I love to talk about hippie things like natural deodorant, the meaning and symbolism of flowers, natural birth, and God. Stories are to me what sunlight is to flowers. I want to hear yours!
Shop my designs at Stamp My Story, stamp your story and share it with me! Thanks for stopping by.

…and I’m Cullen
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.