Mr. Whitaker Celebrates a Birthday

My main squeeze celebrates his birthday today. As much as I want to throw him a HUGE bash, he’s all, “Let’s just do dinner as a family.”

One of these years I’m going to surprise him.

When we first met 24 years ago, he was this hunk of cute. Of course, I did meet him before he put on those yell leader whites. Blue eyes, self-confident and dressed in military uniform. Alex, I’ll take YES for $1,000.

Copyright TAMU, Donny Wood

Fast forward all those years and he is still my biggest cheer yell leader. He’s also my business’ chairman of the board, my equal partner in life, my let’s-stay-up-late-and-watch-netflix date, my honey-do man, my God-fearing, Aggie-loving man, and, quite simply, the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

Our days have not always been Instagram-perfect as Mr. and Mrs. But we have been faithful – to one another, to our children and to our God. I love that the kids chant “Dad is great” when I leave him in charge or that he knows how to fix all the things. He makes powerwashing just as much fun as cleaning toilets or going to get ice cream.

He’s passionate about his work and raising money for the Catholic church to further God’s kingdom, but it never usurps his desire to be a great father and husband.

I love that when he smiles at me from across the room, my heart still skips a beat.

Praise Jesus, truly, that God gave me another year to celebrate his life.

Happy birthday, babe. Let’s go eat some BBQ. And some ice cream.