Eggos. I heart Eggos.  Waffles that is.  Yes, they are frozen and yes real ones would be better, but I’m a busy mom and well, these are “convenient”.  I’m not sure if its a pregnancy craving or a general love in general. I’ll tell you in a few days, hopefully.  However, I did forget to tell you all about the FREE waffle I was blessed with on my trip to Charlotte, NC.

It was the last day there, hubby and I had actually driven over to the rental car road so that we could take it back before going to the airport.  We saw “Waffle House” and decided to stop there for lunch. YUM!! I thought, but opted for a patty melt with hashbrowns rather than a waffle.  Bad thing was the entire time I sat there I smelled and saw those steamy hot waffles being pulled off the irons, torture, pure torture.

Finally, they pulled one off, the cook hollers for the waitress who needs the waffle, and he hollers, and he hollers until finally he says, “Ma’am”, I look up, “Is he talking to me?” Apparently he is because he continues, “Ma’am, would you like a waffle, on the house?”  I think I’m beaming at this point, though I still glance at my husband for reassurance and then quickly reply, “Sure.”

It was amazing, Thick, crisp, but chewy on the inside, you could just smell its sweetness.  I did not even put a dab or butter or a trickle of syrup I just pulled it apart with my fingers and ate.  YUM is not even enough to describe it.  Yes, I confess, I have a love affair with waffles.

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I was tagged by Carrie Lauth to do this blog meme, started by Kelly McCausey over at Sparkplugging and it is such a great topic I sure couldn’t resist a good tag. I can really appreciate this blog meme even more today, as I was able to do something I wanted to do without asking anyone for permission.

You see this blog meme is called “Why I Love Being a WAHM”. (Work at Home Mom) I have been a work at home mom for just over a year. When my baby girl was born last March I became a full time WAHM and I haven’t regretted that decision once.

Just today I experienced one of the reasons I love being a WAHM. I got to do what I WANTED instead of work. Today that just so happened to be going to see one of my bestfriends and their newborn (born yesterday) baby at the hospital out of town. Several of my other friends wanted to go but couldn’t. Guess why? They couldn’t take off work.

Another reason, that I also felt today is that I get to spend the day with my kids. Today, though I was only away a few hours I missed my kids. I know that if I had to be away from them daily for work I’d be miserable. In fact, my heart weighed heavy as I discussed with my friend when she would be taking her newborn son to daycare. Can you believe he’ll only be 8 weeks old. None of my children have had to do that (my previous job was part time and my son went with me). I’m due with baby #3 in just over 6 weeks and again, he won’t ever see the door of a daycare center.

Finally, another of my favorite reasons, though I’m sure there are more that I love working from home is I love what I do. I am doing what I feel God created me to do and I get to work from home while doing it. What could be better than that? I am fulfilling my God given calling of ministering to others, specifically teen and tween girls and their moms in my ministry Beauty by Design Ministries.

Now, I know a lot of WAHMs out there, as I am fortunate to interact with them via numerous WAHM communities so I know you all want to blog about this on your blog, but I’m tagging a few of you just in case.

Daisy S.

Tricia G.

Tishia L.

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This is the sixth in a series of posts I am calling “My Little Love Story”.  You can read it from the beginning here.

Hesitantly, I leave for summer camp.  I will be away 8 weeks, only having 24 hours off per week.  I live about 45 minutes away from camp, so I’ll drive home on Saturday’s to spend 24 hours with my family, and HIM of course.  It is tough.  I do not have access to a telephone except on my 2 hour breaks each day.  Even then, I have to drive a few miles to pay phone.  Out in the boonies where the camp is there is no cell phone service so even though I have one it does me no good.

Several times during the summer the pay phone is out of order.  I beg the nurse, Nurse Nadine, to allow me to use her phone in her private room at camp.  She does, and I lock myself in the bathroom to talk with him.

Long distance relationships are tough, but by this point I am deeply in love with him.  He writes me letters weekly at camp and I write him back.  We spend as much of the 24 hours that I have off each week together.  Sometime during the middle of the summer, he promises we are going to get married.

It isn’t long until the big day comes,  the day he asks me to marry him that is.  I am home from camp for 24 hours.  My best friend from childhood is coming through my hometown on her way to see her parents and she drops by, we load up in his car to go get a snow cone.  She and I sit in the car as he is out getting them for us in the hot June heat.  She says, “I bet you he will ask you to marry him today. I bet you a dollar.”  We giggle, as I want this to happen, but never imagine that this will be the day.

Later that evening we have dinner with my parents and his at a local restaurant.  Afterwards he wants me to go with him to his parents house to watch a movie.  We get in the car and make our way over.  Suddenly as he’s driving he opens the glove compartment, pulls out a small white box and pops it open.  Inside is a beautiful diamond marquee engagement ring.  He looks over at me and asks, “Baby, Will you marry me?”  I squeal, and say “yes” trying to hug him, but mind you we’re still riding down the highway.  He laughs and grins clearly relieved at my answer.

Later that night we have to tell our parents of course.  As the weeks go by we set a date, one year from the very weekend he asks me, which falls on June 17, 2000, our wedding day.  This year in just a few short weeks we’ll celebrate 8 years.  It is amazing how fast time has flown by.  We have shared so many joys.  The Lord has indeed blessed our union.  I thank God for my husband.

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This is the fifth post in a series I am calling “My Little Love Story”.  You can read them from the beginning by going here.

We ended last time with the fact that I had met his parents and enjoyed dinner with them.  I already had a feeling that there was definitely something in store for our future.  That night as we sat in the driveway of my house in his car I knew that I had strong feelings for him.  He obviously felt the same way about me because before calling it a night he leans over and plants a kiss on me.  I can still remember how hard my heartbeat was, as I felt it was going to bust open my chest.

It was as if the kiss had sealed the deal, I had to see him again, and as often as possible.  In the weeks ahead that’s exactly what happened.  I spent many an evening helping my mom prepare a meal as he was coming for dinner.  He came over at least once a week and we spent every waking hour together on the weekends.  Time flew by, before I knew it my senior year was over and I was leaving for the summer camp I was working for all summer long.  Would our relationship endure?

Check back tomorrow to find out.

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This is the fourth in a series of post I’m calling “My Little Love Story” read it from the beginning here.

The night ends too quickly as it has before. He anxiously asks me out for the next night, “Want to go out tomorrow night?” Of course I say yes, and we begin determining what it is we can do, finally deciding to go “bowling”. I have a blast again. I can’t wait to see him again.

The next week we talk on the phone constantly. I just can’t seem to get enough of his voice. Early in the week we make plans for the weekend. His parents want to meet me, would I come to his house for dinner. Of course, after all I’ve already met the brother, why not the ‘rents?

Dinner the next Friday is fun, his mom makes spaghetti, it tastes just like my grandmother’s. I chat with his parents like I’ve known them my whole life. We leave there to go on another “drive”. It has become “our thing”. I begin to think there is definitely something in store for our future.

But just what is it? Find out more tomorrow.

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