Our Love Story: Part Two
This is part two of a three part series on how we met. Catch up by reading part one and three. ---- Last time, I left you standing at the doorway to Duncan Dining Hall on Texas A&M University's campus wondering why I hadn't asked out that handsome fella. Welllll, after consulting with my roommates, we decided the best way to a man's heart was through his stomach. I made a batch of microwavable brownies (because dorm kitchens) with a "will ...
Our Love Story: Part One
Back when I did the vlog, several of you said "share the deets!" on how Mr. Whitaker and I met. You asked, I dish. Honestly, I've been wanting to write this down for a long while. I really, really hope this doesn't embarrass the kids someday. But, I hope they know just how much I love their dad. Like, six kids kind of love. This is part one of a three part series on how we met, click here for parts ...
The Thing I Wish People Would Stop Telling Me
I hear it all the time. No really, I do. Upon seeing all six of my kids... You know what causes that, don't you? For the last 14 years I've been at this motherhood gig and with each passing year we've added to our growing brood. You would be shocked at the things people say. Our kids have been called "oops," my sex life has been questioned by a stranger in an elevator and we've been mocked in Target. I ...
A Birthday in Paris? Oui! Oui!
Paris, it sure was good to see you again. Three years ago, my oldest daughter celebrated her birthday in Parisian style, so I was a *teeny* bit excited when daughter number two decided to follow suit. Grab a parasol, a croissant and let’s talk a stroll through Paris, shall we? When girls arrived they received their passport, which was stamped at each station they completed. Anna-Laura was more than happy to be my passport stamper. Love her. Our first stop? ...
Finding God in Shrimp & Grits: an Edel Recap
When I first broke my knee, my most pressing question was: "Can I still attend the Edel Gathering in Charleston?" Thankfully, both my ER doc and orthopedic surgeon said yes. Armed with pain pills, crutches, money for hard liquor and a healthy dose of humor, I headed out for the weekend to the land of shrimp and grits. It's equally awesome when the hotel staff takes pity on you and sends strawberries and water to your room. Not all my ...
Kicking the Cap out of Surgery
Today's the day. I'm off to places. Hip, hip hooray. The doctor will be fixing my patella fracture this morning. He says it will be rough for two days and then I'll be back to a better state in 7-10 days. I'm praying I'm on the low end, not the high. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. But my weekend in Charleston really filled my cup (more on that soon). Pray for me! And I promise to ...
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... and welcome to the mess. I know a thing or two about big families (I've got 6 kids + a daughter-in-law), carpool, grief, Jesus, the Texas Aggies, prematurity, marriage counseling, decluttering and party planning, but I still don't know why it's so hard for my kids to put up their shoes. My Texas-sized heart is honored to have you here!
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