Thanks to the yoga pants wearing Whitty, I'm going to lay out some confessions today. I'm not Catholic, so a blog post versus a confessional will just have to do.
Number #1: I think my dog is a child.
And I KNOW many of you can relate. We even took her to the Christmas Tree Farm this past year to help us pick out a tree. Don't judge me.
Number #2: I lost my father when I was 11, therefore my Mom & I have always been more like sisters. And I love that about our relationship. Last year we took a super spontaneous ski trip together, just us. It will always be a trip I hold NEAR and DEAR to my heart.
Number #3: I have two older brothers that still tease me like I'm 13. It drives me CRAZY but these two guys would do ANYTHING for me, and for that, I'll take all the teasing in the world.
Number #4: My boobs were a size G.
And then I got them cut off last May.
But not before my husband and I threw them a "(B)Reast in Peace" party.
My job can be emotionally exhausting because NO ONE wants to ever admit that they just can't take care of themselves any longer. However, my job is extremely rewarding in that I get to help these families with one of THE HARDEST decisions they'll ever make. And I love it.