One baby

Two weeks ago someone asked me if we would ever have another baby. I answered yes, but that whit was content. They laughed. I sort of did too. But whit really is content and to be honest, I am too.

When we got married we had the whole "how many kids do you want" talk. I always said three. Boy, was the man upstairs listening or what?! So when we had the babes, that was it- mission accomplished.

BUT. As I see people with one baby and how their schedules are flexible, they spend hours holding one baby and their lives are more than a scheduled routine of feeding, changing and plans for the next feed and change, I'm a bit green. I would love to hold one of my three without having to stop quickly to tend to another need.

I'm grateful to my core that God believed in my strength. I don't see us doing fertility again and according to several specialist- it would be a miracle if we conceived on our own. So the shepherd triplets will have to take turns getting one on one from this momma. I've gotten really good at this whole multiples thing- if I do say so myself!

That brings me to my HoT moms group. Heart of Texas Moms of multiples. These gals are the greatest. It's a club of strong women, all who have multiples. They are the best at multi-tasking, loving on their big families and reaching out to new Mommas that might lose their minds with the announcement of multiples! They have been a resource to me this past year and they just "get it". They momma so good. I'm thankful to those ladies.

Work is nuts. Whits work is busier than ever but home is happy and healthy. We had a few sick weeks that were not fun.. Including one ER visit. But all is back on track. Vegas with family was enjoyable but I was glad to be home and put those sweet three in their cribs.

Hope everyone is enjoying wrapping up this hot summer. School supplies is out and I hope everyone buys themselves a new pack of crayons- even if you are 34.

Saturday Night Live

When I was nine a weekend highlight was watching SNL in Mema Pat's bed. I would intentionally ask a friend to spend the night on Fridays but not Saturdays so not to miss the weekend ritual. This continued for years and even into my college years a favorite Saturday night was dinner out with Mema and her bed for SNL.

She usually ironed and I usually got set up with a down comforter and some weird food. I remember the care free feeling I had and the grounded feeling I had. I also remember that even back then a schedule was something I loved :)

Last night I went to the movie with some girls after I put the babies down. Becker has had a bug so I wanted to put them all down and make sure all was good before I left. Whit had a night of tv watching planned as he was also recovering from a bug.

After the movie I came home and heard SNL on our tv. It made me smile. Made me think of how we can do something every Saturday and then life changes and we pick up another "habit". I was so tired that I didn't watch one skit... But hearing it in the background was oh so comforting..

I hope when I'm 50 I start watching SNL again. Maybe I'll iron too.

8 is great

Yesterday was a solid reminder of the eight wonderful years Whit and I have shared. It was our anniversary. Yep, we tied the knot on July 10th 2004 and here we are, further down the road and even better, than when we started.

I was reminded of how we met... :) both working at a tanning salon one summer during college. I was reminded of when he asked me to marry him in my favorite house on Athens. It was my great grandmothers house and so many good memories floated around as he got on one knee.

Fast forward 2 years and I remember having the time of my life loving my new husband more and more everyday. We talked about our plans and our babies and how we planned on having three. We traveled and we built our careers.

Fast forward four years and I'm reminded of the tears and heartache that came as we struggled to become parents and how we felt no one knew what we were dealing with. I'm reminded of the ones who were faithful in their love for us. And to the ones who prayed for us.

Fast forward 6 years and I'm reminded of the storm God placed in our hearts to prove he was in control. The blessing and miracle that we would be parents... Of three, all at once.

Fast forward one more year to seven as we spent the night in the Nicu for our training night as parents bringing home preemies.

Then one more to eight years and here we sit. A little winded from the last year but with a strong understanding of who we are in this marriage. Committed. Committed to a Christian, faithful, happy marriage that bends as the wind blows but never breaks.

I'm proud....Proud that I have this sensitive, caring man at the core of my life. I'm in awe of the love these babies explode when he comes in a room and I am in love with the person that he has grown into, as our marriage keeps traveling the path.

Eight is better than great.

I love this land.

The fourth of July. My favorite of all the holidays. Who doesn't love red, white and blue? Who doesn't love parades, watermelon and chocolate chip cookies(ok and deviled eggs too).

We joined the old oaks parade and survived the old miss the morning nap routine. Went off without a hitch! Loves seeing neighbors and lots of cute kiddos. We ate lunch, took a nap and squeezed in a pool visit. I'm off the rest of the week so if the temps stay below 100 we will for sure get out and about!

Our helmets are in full swing. Riggs begins his 4th week Friday and Becker and GG their 3rd. They don't seem to bother them at all! We have been surprised. Pray for continued comfort.

My new job is great. Loving the people I work with, the mission and the challenge of learning a whole new game.

Happy fourth everyone. Hope yours is as sweet as ours.