Who I Write About
I have an amazing family. Seriously.
I am married to the most wonderful guy ever, Paul. He treats me like a queen, brings me ice cream, and washes dishes. Other than his addiction to Diet Coke, there are very few things I’d change about this guy. He’s an amazing father and husband.
HB/Hannah Beth is my firstborn child. She made me a mama. Her love of literature and words in general are her most distinguishing traits. She enjoys photography and has developed quite a talent for it. She is sixteen.
Noah/The Boy is my first son and was the only boy for so long that he still holds the title. He has a current obsession with Star Wars, Lord of the Ring and all things Indiana Jones. I most enjoy his sensitive nature and quick wit. He is fourteen.
Chloe/Princess is the most gentle and sensitive member of our family. This makes her a natural at child care. I just love watching her with Wee Babe and snuggling with her. She is twelve.
Phoebe/Faith has the most memorable personality in the family. She has spunk and grit. We are working on training her to use her powers for good and not evil. She is ten.
Esther/Cutie Pie is just a darling. She is the biggest slob in the family, but also has the most enthusiasm for anything her siblings want to do. She doles out one-liners so often that we can’t wait to see what she’s going to say each day. She is seven years old.
Paul Louis/Wee Babe is our current caboose (I’ve had six c-sections, but hope to adopt). He is our first tow-headed baby and looks just like Papalou. The entire family adores him. He loves vehicles of all kinds, though he’s partial to excavators. He’s four (sigh).
Papalou is my stepwonderful dad. He lives less than half an hour away from us and is very involved in our lives. He and my mother moved to be near us from Louisiana over a decade ago. While my mom went home to glory in January of 2008, Papalou has made Texas his home and the grandkids his focus. The kids and he are in a mutual admiration society.
Daniel is a grown man now, but he was our ‘second’ child for six years. We were a kinship placement for him (he was one of the students I taught in the regional deaf education program) when he was taken from his home by CPS. That was March 31, 1997. We became his legal custodial parents on December 7th that same year. He was twelve. Parenting him taught us so much and we grew in the LORD even more than that. Though he is not around now (by his own choice when he turned 18), my six years of mothering him have left a lasting impression.