It's her birthday

Like you all haven't seen tons of pictures of her. Today is her 15th birthday. She is number 5, and she came along and pulled a fragmented family together. She is the "OURS" in a yours, mine and ours family, and I'm pretty sure she is the glue that holds us all together.

She has been a light in my life from day one. She has a smile that lights a room. A laugh that is contagious. A sense of humor that is irrepressible. And a wit that never stops. She told me the other day that the snake she brought home was dead because it was laying on the street and it baked.

I remember the day she was born. I had a difficult delivery with Nate (to say the least) and had the same OB. When he came in and said it was time to deliver Whitney and that they had a team on standby for both Whitney and I because of the past history, I freaked out. I delivered her with an oxygen mask on my nose.

She took the majority of her naps snuggled up on Steve's chest. She walked at 8 months, gave up her bottle at a year, spoke full sentences (there's my mommy, where's my pacifier) at 16 months, was potty trained at two, and off the pacifier at about three. I have pictures of her with one in her mouth and a spare in each hand.

Life has never been boring around her. She was my "bonus baby" and I thank God for her. He definitely did good work with her.

I'm going to leave you with a few of my favorite Whitneyism's,and if you've heard them before, they are worth a laugh the second time.

"There's no food in this house. You feed Crist (our World Vision child) better than you feed me."

I have 105 "Conversations with Whitney" posts. This is one of my top 25

Setting: Dillons meat department. Whitney is holding a full chicken against her forehead.

Whitney: What is the square root of 16?

Me: Huh?

Whitney: What?? It’s a “smart chicken” (brand name of chicken).