As a parent, your job is to make your kids feel safe.
To give them a place where they feel protected. Secure.
Home.
But what do you say when that place – the one they trusted most – is gone?
That’s what I faced when I brought my wife, my 6-year-old daughter, Saydee, and 9-year-old son, Greyson, back to see what was left of our family home—burned to the ground in the Pacific Palisades fire on January 8.
The house where we tucked them in at night.
Where they celebrated every birthday.
Where they laughed, played, and dreamed of the future.
Now, nothing but ash.
I watched their little eyes scan the ruins, searching for something, anything… familiar.
Something to hold onto.
And in that moment, my heart broke.
Because there are some things you just can’t fix.
Some losses we just can’t protect them from.
But standing there, surrounded by the emptiness, I realized something: We didn’t lose what mattered most.
Because home was never just the walls around us – it was us.
The love.
The connection.
The strength that gets passed down when you show your kids how to stand back up, even when life knocks you down.
So now, we rebuild – not just a house, but something even stronger.
I suppose that’s what parenting is: Showing your kids that even in the hardest moments, love and hope still exists.
That even when the world changes in an instant, who we are doesn’t have to.
We lost our home. But we will never lose each other.
Sending love and strength to all the other parents sharing this same moment with your families 🙏🏻
