Because she, on a much needed sick day, cared for both girls and dealt with a half-dozen contractors when our house flooded. Whitney is superwoman.
Feb
6
And, because she never gives up on me, I know that she’ll see this today.
I love you, Whit.
Oct
7
Whit went back to work last week. I don’t know how she does it. But I love her for it.
Sep
12
Somebody was describing some kind of food thing to Whitney. What she wanted to communicate was, “I can’t imagine what such a thing would taste like.” What came out was:
“I can’t tongue-see that.”
Sep
12
So. I wanted to get some (okay, a lot) of yard work done. With two little ones, I had NO expectation that Whit would provide any kind of yard work labor.
But she found ways to occupy both girls so she could seriously help me with my projects.
Eat your hearts out, everyone else.
Jul
25
Whitney’s body is in full-scale rebellion. Heartburn. Pain. Bi-hourly potty trips.
One result is that my sweetheart can’t get a good night of sleep. Which is particularly disheartening, because she has to HAVE a baby any day, which requires — well — sleeplessness.
I’ll continue to pray — and if you read this, pray with me — that she’ll be able to sleep peacefully from now on. Heartburn quenched. No bathroom trips. Just comfort and slumber.