<<Baby WE'VE come A LOng WaY>>

Today we...

Wake up and they patiently wait on breakfast to be made

Before

you had to prep breakfast and have it ready on the table or lots of crying ensued 

Today we...

they sit at the table like big kids with no special seats

Before 

they had a triplet table and then, a hook on booster seat

Today we .....

only take one nap

Before 

it was two naps ( until about 4 months a ago!)(it was pretty awesome)

Today we ....

do our own thing and play on our own

Before 

we needed constant attention and entertainment

Today we ...

take very little "amo" for an out to eat experience

Before 

we packed a lunch sack with 20 plus items for entertaining because three is hard!

Before we...

lived by a strict schedule

Today we still have a schedule but we are flexible with bed time.

Before I....

hated leaving whit alone on a bath night and wouldn't do that to anyone...

Now it's much easier and anyone can handle

Before you ...

couldn't leave the bathroom while they were in the bath

Now you can clean and straighten their room while they play.

Before people.... 

used to ask me how we did it 

now they ask me if we will have another.

Before we....

went through about 15 diapers a day

Now we just use three at nap and three at bed

Before....

 traveling sounded like a nightmare

Now I'm working on booking our summer trip

Before....

 memorizing bible verses seemed like a far off accomplishment

Now they ask for Jesus

Before....

 I felt like I was busy

Now I really am

Before I ....

wanted everything perfect all of the time-

Now I realized it was, the day we had them and we can't make it better than that

Before I ...

thought I loved whit

Now I don't know if I could love anyone more

Before I....

believed kids wouldn't change my life much

Now I know I was dumb

Before I ....

thought kids would enhance my life

Now I know they are my life

Before they ...

were frustrated and couldn't communicate their wants

Now they talk a mile a minute and we "get" about 90%

Before we ...

had lots of understanding friends

Now we have about a handful

Before I ...

tended to a lot of petty friends and unhealthy friendships.

Now I've moved on, forgiven them and myself and prayed for a loving God to give us all grace 

Before we ...

couldn't wait for a night out

Now we would rather be home with them

Before I...

 didn't think we would make it

Now, I know we will. 

Before I...

Didn't know why we were chosen to be parents to multiples

Now, I know exactly why

Before we...

Prayed for one kiddo

Now we pray that we give Him all the glory for giving us three.

Sleep tight friends, it's Christmas and the weather is cold and there is an awesome new coffee shop downtown. 

You take my mourning and turn it into dancing...

You take my weeping and turn it into laughing.....

You take my sadness and turn it into joy! 

Christmess?

Sorry for the old post! Just now getting to this one!

December 8th

Today, church was about forgiveness and how Christmas sometimes brings all the messy to the front of our lives. I remember Christmases spent with my mom when my parents were together. I think I was three or four and I remember it being perfect. I remember stringing popcorn on thread with a needle and fruit loops on yarn. She was good at holidays, she was good at us. I don't remember messy or anger. 

Her dad lived in witchita falls and would come in and stay at a hotel. He never missed a Christmas and always had a car full of toys wrapped. He would just stay one night if that. He would pick us up and we would drive to some parking lot and while my brother and I sat in the back we would open tons of presents while he cheered us on. It was thrilling. Literally everything we wanted and in a 30 minute span. I never thought it was weird that they only said a few words to one another. She never went with us. She never came to the hotel. He would show up Christmas and mail money at birthdays. He was constant and faithful but until now, I never wondered what their relationship was like. They are both gone and I will never know. I wonder if there was a forgiveness that was needed. 

When I got married the pressure of running back and forth between families never really existed. My family was traditional and Whit's, easy going with no real set plans. My mom wasn't around so I was always sort of my own decision maker when it came to my life after college. When we got married holidays were simple. Each year, we've always seen everyone but I always wonder if someone is mad at me or desires more of our time but never says so. Now with three kids in tow- running all over is almost impossible. And because my family all lives close by we choose to stick around the neighborhood and ask Whit's family to join us.

I think everyone does what they want to do but I also think that kids make the differences in how much effort we put forward. Or at least they should. I think this month needs to be more about forgiveness than the hoopla of the December shiny month. Focusing on the fact that all of this is for us- but in order to cash in on all this amazing, we need to love one another through it all. 

Jesus. He's the whole reason. 

Three years ago. Today.

Today is my favorite day of the year. It used to be on thanksgiving. I'm in love with cooler temps and how everyone is in a thankful mood. But three years ago on this very day, thankful couldn't begin to describe what went down in our bathroom. 

It was day eight of our third and final fertility cycle. I was a mess(inside) at thanksgiving and had spent the day at a friends family thanksgiving instead of my own family's because I couldn't handle all of the questions. 

We came home and I wanted the night to hurry up so in the am I could test. I was going to secretly test because I knew whit would be mad that I was rushing the process. I thought that this was a sign that he wanted to prolong the inevitable- that it would be negative, again. 

Normally you wait for the doctor blood test and then watch the levels go up to secure a positive but I was convinced that my friends has tested on day 8 and I couldn't wait any longer for my news either. I woke up at 4:30 with an extremely full bladder. In the dark I fumbled  around with the test trying not to wake whit. I ruined the test by peeing too much!!! Humored and defeated I slipped  back into bed. That was my last test of my pack of 100. Yep, us infertile girls buy in bulk. 

My eyes popped open at 7 am. Whit was already staring at me. I told him I tested. I told him I really wanted to test again and he quickly said " yes, I agree." I couldn't believe my ears. He jumped out of bed threw on some clothes and went and got me two new tests. We hurried into the bathroom and I patiently peed on the first stick. We waited the allotted time and there was only one line :( - not two that would signify a pregnancy. I was crushed. I knew that if that line didn't show up at all that day, it more than likely wouldn't appear on day nine or ten. I said, " I never get two lines whit, I never will." He said, "wait!!! There are two lines!!!" I called my aunt crying so hard she thought someone was hurt. I said, " we're pregnant, we're pregnant, we're pregnant"!

Can you even believe how faint that second one is? And there it is folks, my favorite day. Can you blame me? 

So ever since that day three years ago I have deemed the day after thanksgiving my favorite day. Today was filled with my favorite things: the shepherd triplets, an awesome scarf from lulu lemon, some yummy new perfume , went to see a movie(frozen, the trips first movie!) and got set up on the couch with a yummy dinner and Christmas vacation ( and pecan pie!)

It was perfect. I am thankful. I am blessed. Three years ago today changed our worlds forever and I'm pretty crazy about the day. It's more than a holiday for me. It's more than a celebration. It's my favorite day out of all of the days there ever were before. 

My Friend Charla

When I was planning my wedding I knew photography was high on my list. I started shopping for an amazing photographer six months out. I had heard of Holmes Photographic Art in Corsicana but when I called she was booked. Her packages were dreamy and her shots classic. I finally found someone out of Dallas but often visited Charla's website and dreamed about what she would have done for us. 

Fast forward a few years and I was working at Fuzzy Friends and we were working on our calendar project. We had a great relationship with a photographer but she was moving far away and we needed a new one. I laughed at the thought that we could partner with Charla. I knew she was "big time" and may not consider partnering with us on such a large donation on our part. We met her at On The Border and in that hour I met the sweetest, most down to earth woman I've ever known. She described her farm like life and eagerly said she was on board.

In the ten years since that lunch, Charla has been my friend, my counselor and the most amazing photographer to me and my family. We have shared lunches, dinners, margaritas, laughs and the joy of life. Charla is a solid friend, a loyal friend and completely beautiful. The artistic way she creates family moments in front of her lens is just the icing on top.

Charla photographed us long before kids. She would hike out to the tallest hill with 50lbs of gear just to get the best shot of me and whit with our dogs. She knows no limit when it comes to a good backdrop. 

When I couldn't get pregnant Charla listened to me cry and said , "beck, it will happen, and when it does, we are going to have the best shoot you've ever seen!" When I told Charla I was pregnant, you would have thought she was family. Well, she is. She photographed me pregnant and I can't think of a more special time.

 When my kids finally came and we landed in the NICU, Charla wanted to come photograph them even when they weighed 2lbs and looked like aliens- she still saw the beauty in them. When I made huge life changes Charla would send me texts of encouragement. You never have to worry where Charla stands with you. She loves deep.  

I've told everyone I know how amazing she is behind the lens and I hope she has grabbed some great customers here in Waco and beyond, because of us. Her work is timeless and leaves me breathless. When the kids came home Charla set up shop in my dining room. There I was with my pajamas on and Charla and crew are moving my dining room table and setting up lights and filters. They were peed on by triplets, waited out crying and lulled three babies to sleep. They were in no hurry.

She has captured their first birthday, their dedication pics in cream linen, their first Christmas, and on Wednesday she took their second Christmas shot. They were crazy but she came prepared. They warm up slow but when they do- watch out. 

Charla, words on this screen barely scratch the surface when I think about how much we love you. You make my kids giggle, you make my heart full and I can't think of a way to repay you for the joy you have put on paper for me. My memories not only include all of these beautiful pictures but also the beauty that was behind the lens. Thankful for you and the God that put us together. 

Dear Whit

This month is all about thankfulness for me. I've been thinking about the people, relationships, communities and lives in which I am thankful for and how they make a difference in my story.

Last Sunday when we went to church I found myself thinking that it's one of the few places that whit and I are alone. I know we were sitting in a congregation of hundreds, but for an hour and a half I felt like it was just me whit and our hearts. Praying, praising and simultaneously asking Jesus for guidance. Whit often holds my hand in church or puts his arm around me and it gives me this calm that I normally don't have. I'm so grateful for this man. A man that puts up with a lot.  I'm hard to live with. I am hard to be married to. I expect too much. I cry when things don't go as planned. I have a quick temper.  I love deep but often tap my foot or, well, errr, yell a lot. Yep, too much, I'm embarrased to even type that here. 

Whit has been this solid plan of action our entire marriage. He has stood up for me, told my family to back off of me when the baby struggle became too much, he has lied for me when I couldn't go to parties or face people after failed fertility rounds, he has looked me in the eyes and promised me it would work "this time" when he wasn't sure it would. 

Whit has been loyal, strong, loving and steadfast. Everything I wasn't really in search of, but in great need of....

So here goes.......

Dear Whit,

I never thank you. I never thank you without some quick demand that shortly follows. I never say wow, you have given yourself to us and never complain. I never say I love you without saying oh, and can you take out the trash?! I never see just the good, but I focus on what you haven't done yet. 

I never worry about the kids when you are in control(I may wonder if they eat or get a bath ;) but never worry about them. You rock the whole multiples thing. Most dad don't event care for their one baby, much less three infants/toddler.  I never worry that I'm not your world or that these kids aren't your heart. I always know. I know that while you may be quiet, you always have us in your plan. I know that in your walk with Jesus you ask him for the bigger plans for us. I know there isn't anything you wouldn't want to do for us. 

You love deeper that I've ever known and in these years of gripping our lives in our teeth and raising three, two year olds- you make it look easy and you stay cool. I admire you. 

I remember that night before we did our transfer when I knew we were out of money after that round and couldn't do ivf again. I sat in that old chair with the hunting dogs on it and you on the couch. I asked you if it was going to work and you said yes without any hesitation. I knew that wasn't something you could answer and I could see the hope and doubt in your eyes. It was painful but I loved that it was this situation worth lying for. My heart was in a million pieces. Not because you would lie but because you would lie for the sake of me. You knew where we were. You knew how I cried most nights in our bed, facing the wall so you wouldn't know, but you did. You had lost me in all of it, but you weren't willing to let me go.  You would get the mail before me and throw away baby shower invites to spare me the pain. You never told me I was crazy when I would stalk people online that were thinking about giving their baby up for adoption. You tried to make every holiday extra special to make me forget what we didn't have. You shielded me from it all. You were vocal when it came to speaking on my behalf and for that, I will be forever grateful. You protected me. You loved my crazy. You loved me when I pushed everyone else away. You wouldn't let me push you out. 

You are amazing. You are my friend and the most amazing father I could have ever asked for, for these littles. You juggle life well and I think I sweat the small stuff instead of focusing on the joy. November is the month that reminds me of this joy. 

Love you BIG. Thank you whit! 

Now, can you get the Christmas decor out of the attic? 

 Happy Monday friends. 

Sweet November

October felt like a blur. Wait. I think I say that a lot. But reality is- with three toddlers, all at the same age and activity level- we are moving at warp speed Mostly because my event was in the month but also because we just did a lot. Alissa and I had a silent bucket list that we wanted to tackle a few fall bucket list things. Mostly your typical fall stuff like good coffee from common grounds, a girls night(which is now officially planned for a p!nk concert in Dallas in November), pumpkin patch pics, a clever Halloween costume for the trips and a arboretum trip to Dallas with the kids to see that amazing pumpkin village.

We had a month full of work, adventure, JOY and growth. I hit my event goal on 10/21 and took that week to regroup with the kids. They missed me, I missed them and Whit...

Now I feel like the page on the calendar turns and we enter such a special season. I want to be mindful of the season and mindful of God. I have a lot of worry on my shoulders about some family decisions and also this season of our children seeing greed in this holiday season and teaching them the difference in what we are urged to do and what we should be doing. I want to teach them the act of selflessness and giving others gifts and how much more rewarding it is than receiving. I want Him to lead the way in these teachings. I also want to do better in finding everyday joy and knowing that He will carry me.

Work is good. Whits work is good. Our family is good and as we enter November I feel so thankful. Thankful for my family, my faith, my love for Jesus and my love for this season. Gratitude brings joy to my heart and it's even easier to be thankful when I think of that November three years ago when I got that faint pink line the day after Thanksgiving. November was always special to me- but feeling thankful was bursting out of my heart and burning my eyes that year. I was thankful to be pregnant, but little did I know, I would be thankful x 3. We know lots of pregnant family members and friends and I am so thankful they get to experience this season of joy while they carry their own sweet bundle. Such a special time.

Joy is my word for November. A word I am choosing to focus on. Not because I am not joyful, but because in life group we talked about how God commands us to be joyful. I think I am more "glass half empty", when I should be finding joy in every situation. When my kids are all crying and I am sweating and we are in Dallas, four hours past nap time- I need to take a breath and find joy in the fact that I have three crying kiddos and in two more hours I will have a camera full of memories to upload and three cribs to put them all in....

We decorated some Halloween cupcakes with magic icing. Well, I decorated, they ate.

I had to sneak in a pic of last Halloween-wow, round little faces, helmets (not pictured) little hair and no fits :) Now they have minds of their own, think they have to eat the candy (all right then), and look more like kids than babies.

brothers.

becker won the sweetest and best of the triplets award at the arboretum in Dallas. You might wonder why you don't see many pics of gg frolicking in the hay maze- thats because she chose to eat candy corn and sit in the stroller. #awesome

Riggs was happy to push her.

but sweet becks-he couldn't get enough of this place, to be honest- I couldn't either. So worth the trip folks. So worth it. I saw a group of friends enjoying a picnic with no kids and some wine...I wanted to dive into their blanket like a slip n'slide. Little jealousy.

Also in October was, open blind night. A night for these sweet kids to show their skills. GG sat frozen most of the class- but you could tell, she has really come around and does participate :) We can't wait for her recital. 

At their MDO class they worked on a little fall program. I of course forgot my zoom lens so this was the best I got. We have a few videos and they really did know the song! 

my girl gg has some mad dancing skills.

three blind mice.......

Happy November friends...choose joy.