After 31 years of beach trips, my husband finally found his first perfect sand dollar—no chips, no cracks, just sitting there like a little beach miracle. The kids were excited, he was proud, and somehow it ended up on my nightstand. I really tried to leave it alone… but I picked it up to admire it one more time, went to set it back down, and shattered it into pieces. 🙃 Instead of getting mad, Caleb just laughed and said, “Honestly… this kind of makes it even better.” And somehow that little moment turned into a bigger conversation about grace, broken things, and how we respond when life (or us) makes a mess.