
After losing Walker, repairing my heart and my world felt impossible. Some days, it still does. I’m not sure if either will ever feel whole again. The pain of loss is a unique kind of ache—one that seeps into every corner of your life.
The Bird and Its Meaning
The bird in my logo isn’t just a design; it’s Walker. It’s us.

The day we lost Walker, the hospital placed a white dove on our door—a symbol of a baby gone too soon. That image stayed with me, imprinted on my heart as a representation of my son. I’ve come to believe that Walker is my white bird, watching over me, guiding me, and standing beside me in this project.
This isn’t just my work; it’s ours. Every piece I create is infused with his presence, with the love that will forever connect us.
More Than Just Handmade Pieces
When I started Walker’s Wilds, I didn’t know how much it would come to mean to me—or to others. These little Wilds aren’t just for moms and kiddos; they’re for anyone carrying the weight of grief, looking to fill an empty space in their lives.
They can’t fix a broken heart—mine is proof of that—but they’ve helped me begin to heal. They’ve given me a purpose, a way to honor Walker, and a way to reach others who’ve felt the same ache.
A Mission of Connection
My goal with Walker’s Wilds is simple: to remind anyone who has experienced infant or child loss that you are not alone.
The path of grief is isolating, but it doesn’t have to be walked alone. Each handmade Wild is crafted with love, a small reminder that even in the hardest moments, there’s connection and compassion waiting for you.
Filling the Space
After we lost Walker, I had a huge gap to fill—not just in my heart but in my arms. Crocheting and creating helped fill that space, offering me a way to process my grief and transform it into something meaningful.
My hope is that whatever space you’re looking to fill—whether it’s in your heart, your arms, or your life—one of these Wilds might help ease that ache, even just a little.
The bird in the logo will always remind me that this journey isn’t mine alone. Walker is with me every step of the way, and through Walker’s Wilds, I hope you feel a little less alone too.
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