About five years ago my husband told me to blog. I told him blogging was about the most narcissistic thing I could possibly imagine anyone doing.
Then I realized that I'm a little narcissitic so here ya go.
I am married to Walker. We got engaged when i was dating someone else.
Nine months and three days after our storybook wedding (it really was and it should have been since I had been planning it since I was 12), a little kid named Shepherd Emmanuel came along.
Motherhood kicked my butt.
The first night that Shepherd slept through the night, Evangeline Rose was conceived. She was born ten days after his first birthday.
Seven months later, I told a pregnancy test on a lark and the dang thing was positive.
I'm still not quite over the shock of Magdalene Belle.
Seven months after that, I learned what it is like to actually plan a baby. Ingram Isaiah was scheduled to be gestated during the school year.
His birth scared the crap out of us. And then they named a hurricane after him.
Because having four kids in three in a half years wasn't nutty enough, we started the process to adopt from Ethiopia in 2009. It's been three long years, but we hope to bring her home at the beginning of 2013.
We want to adopt more, but the very idea of getting a form notarized right now makes me want to hide under my bed with a teddy bear and a bottle of wine. Give me some time to recover.
We used to live in Houston, in the burbs, which was fully miserable. Now we live in Austin and know what the Israelites felt like as they entered Canaan. And y'all, they felt really good. But we miss our Houston family something terrible.
I love Jesus but not nearly enough as I should. I'm really glad he doesn't keep score because I'd be hosed.
It took me a long time to realize that he doesn't keep score, by the way.
My house is always a disaster and I am terrible at follow-through and sometimes my kids really get on my nerves. So if you were looking for one of those perfect mom-bloggers, keep clicking.
Otherwise, please get a cup of coffee, and let's hang out a spell.