14 June 2011


I have been rummaging for inspiration lately, where ever I can find it.  I listen for it in friends' voices, I look for it in others' eyes, I seek it out, I crave it.  It's not a rarity, but rather just something I cannot get enough of.  It's the unquenchable thirst for understanding, for stimulation, for insight.  

As part of my quest, I always look for new quotes.  It's something I have been doing since I was a little girl- finding truth in others' brilliance.  Extracting epiphanies from ordinary statements.  

These are just some of the quotes I have been stuck on lately, trying hard to grab the words, and run with them.  After all "words are just words unless you live them."

'living is a form of not being sure,
not knowing what next or how...
we guess. we may be wrong,
but we take leap after leap in the dark.'

~ agnes de mille~

'as human beings we all want to be happy and free from misery...
we have learned that the key to happiness is inner peace.
the greatest obstacles to inner peace 
are disturbing emotions such as anger, attachment,
fear and suspicion,
while love and compassion and a sense
of universal responsibility are the sources of peace
and happiness.'

~ the dalai lama~

'there is no way to peace
peace is the way.'

~ a.j. muste~

'what we seek we shall find;
what we flee from flees from us.'

~ralph waldo emerson~

'at times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.'

~albert schweitzer~

'i will not let anyone walk through my mind with dirty feet.'


  'Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.'
~1 Corinthians 13~ 
'don't forget to love yourself.' 
~Soren Kierkegaard~

26 May 2011

Drumroll please....

As a follow up, and for those who read through the desperation that made up this post a few weeks back, Bren, Liam and I are happy to announce that we are expecting a baby boy!!! 

This means that EVERYONE who took the survey from said post was dead.wrong. (myself included).  We are shocked and delighted to be welcoming Collin Matthew in mid-October.

Further pregnancy banter to follow... for sure.

Stay tuned  ;)

19 May 2011

Taking Shape

Welp, I promised myself I would not make a pregnancy album on Facebook... I'm too old for that crap.  
But that doesn't mean I can't post a belly pic here and there.  Especially while I am still "relatively small."  
Let me keep telling myself that for now...

Without further ado...
I know you're just DYING to see my giant, round, fleshy stomach...

This is what "5-months pregnant" looks like on me.  
Can I just stay this size until I give birth... without sacrificing my child's health?  NO!?  Damn.....

Also, pardon the messy house-wife hair, PJ's and odd hand-on-boob effect.  
Just focus on the belly, would ya!!

28 April 2011

Speaking of Being Pregnant...

This is pretty much sums it up...

My wonderwall(s)

It would be totally impossible, utterly painful, completely mind-boggling, to imagine my life without these two wonderful people by my side on a daily basis.  

They are the wonders of my world.

New Project

To thank everyone I possibly can in a year's time.  I am literally aiming to send one thank-you-card a day for the next year.

Because I am feeling the need to let those around me know how much I appreciate them.  
Because gratitude is priceless, for both the giver and the receiver.  
Because I am full of thanks... and I think it to be nearly useless if not shared. 
 Quite simply... just because

John Kralik's 365 Thank Yous

27 April 2011

Baby gender woes

Waiting to find out if we will be welcoming a little boy or girl in October is driving.me.nuts.  I am having a heck of a time practicing the patience I frequently preach.

I do gender predictors (charts AND quizzes) weekly.  Okay, so maybe I do them daily.  
I look at old wives tales for clues as to what sex the baby might be. 
I compare this pregnancy to my first, looking for differences or similarities.
I am CONSTANTLY wondering.  
And all this wondering is getting old, really.  I mean... can we please just find out already so I can start shopping!?

So in another effort to fulfill my yearning to know what we are having, I thought I would turn to my loyal blog-follower's/reader's/fan's/stalker's. 
Below are my pregnancy symptoms, followed by a simple, survey: Boy or Girl.  You can leave a comment with a guess/prediction if you want to, OR you can click on the survey.  OR both!!  :)


  • Horrible morning sickness throughout first trimester
  • Weight loss as a consequence of that sickness
  • Craving: Sweets, citrus, sour
  • Carrying low and wide (though hardly apparent at all)
  • COLD feet (literally)
  • HIGHLY emotional (in a sentimental way... crying, blubbering, sobbing, etc).
  • Mood-swings are at a minimum (thank GOSH--- this was a problem when I was pregnant with Liam)
  • Skin problems that I have never had before (breaking out)

So... whatcha think??  Care to humor my gender predicting obsession!!

26 April 2011

The Awakening

 There comes a time in your life when you finally get it...
When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop
dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your
head cries out - ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or
struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down
after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside,
you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears
and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look
at the world from a new prospective.  

This is your awakening.

You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for
something, or someone, to change...or for happiness, safety
and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come
to terms with the fact that there aren't always fairytale endings
(or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of
"happily ever after" must begin with you. So, you begin
making your way through the "reality of today" rather than
holding out for the "promise of tomorrow." You realize
that much of who you are, and the way you navigate through life is,
in great part, a result of all the social conditioning you've
received over the course of a lifetime. And you begin to sift
through all the nonsense you were taught about:

- how you should look and how much you should weigh
­ what you should wear and where you should shop
­ where you should live or what type of car your should drive
­ who you should sleep with and how you should behave
­ who you should marry and why you should stay -

Slowly you begin to open up to new worlds and different points of view.
And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really
believe in. And you begin to discard the doctrines you have outgrown,
or should never have practiced to begin with.

You accept the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone
will love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are...and
that's OK...they are entitled to their own views and opinions.
And, you come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size
5 or a "perfect 10"....Or a perfect human being for that matter...
and you stop trying to compete with the perfect image inside your head
or agonizing over how you "stack up." And, you make peace
with the woman in the mirror and you learn to give her the same
unconditional love and support you give so freely to others.

And, you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer"
hungry for your next fix...a new dress, another pair of shoes...or looks
of approval and admiration from family, friends or even strangers who
pass by. And you discover that..."it is truly in giving that we
receive"...and that the joy and abundance you seek grows out of
the giving. And you recognize the importance of "creating" & "contributing"
rather than "obtaining" & "accumulating."

And you begin to love and to honor yourself.
And you stop engaging in self-destructive behavior
including participating in dysfunctional relationships.
And you begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water
and taking more time to rest and exercise.

Then you learn about love and relationships...how to love,
how much to give in love, when to stop giving...and when to
walk away. And you allow only the hands of a lover who truly
loves and respects you to glorify you with his touch.
You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean
what they say, intentionally or unintentionally and that not
everyone will always come through...and interestingly enough,
it's not always about you. So, you stop lashing out and pointing
fingers or looking to place blame for the things that were done
to you...or weren't done for you. And you learn to acknowledge
and redirect the feelings of anger, jealousy and resentment you
sometimes feel...least they suffocate your spirit and steal your soul.

You learn how to say I was wrong and to forgive people for their
own human frailties and to build bridges instead of walls...and
you learn about the healing power of love as it is expressed
through a kind word, a warm smile or a friendly gesture...At the
same time, you eliminate ANY relationships that are hurtful or fail
to uplift and edify you. And you stop working so hard at smoothing
things over and setting your needs aside. You learn that feelings
of entitlement are perfectly OK and that it is your right to want
or expect certain things. And you learn the importance of communicating
your needs. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose
to carry and that eventually martyrs are burned at the stake. Then you
learn to distinguish between guilt, and responsibility and the
importance of setting boundaries and learning to Say NO. You learn
that you don't know all the answers, it's not your job to save
the world and that sometimes you just need to Let Go.

And, you learn to look at people as they really are and not as
you would have them be and you are careful not to project your
neediness or insecurities onto a relationship. You learn that
you will not be, more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable
or important because of the man on your arm or the child that
bears your name. You learn that just as people grow and change
so it is with love and relationships....and that not everyone
can always love you the way you would want them to or live life
just to suit your needs, ease your insecurities or meet "your"
standards and expectations. And, you learn the difference between
wanting and needing and you stop trying to control people, situations
and outcomes. And, you learn that "alone" does not mean
"lonely" and you begin to discover the joy of spending
time "with yourself" and "on yourself."

You avoid Toxic people and conversations. And you stop wasting time
and energy rehashing your situation with family and friends because
you've learned that talking about things doesn't change them. You
learn that wishing for something is different from working to make
it happen. And you begin to invest your time and energy to affect
positive change. You take a personal inventory of the areas you need to
improve in order to move ahead, you set your goals and map out a
plan of action to see things through. 

You learn that life isn't always fair and you don't always get what
you think you deserve. You stop personalizing every loss or disappointment.
You learn to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people and
that these things are not an act of God...but merely a random act of fate.

And you stop looking for guarantees because you've learned that the
only thing you can really count on is the unexpected...and that
whatever happens, you'll learn to handle it. And you learn that the
only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time
FEAR itself. So you learn to step right into and through your fears
because to give into fear is to give away the right to live life on your
terms. You learn that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophesy
and you learn to go after what you want and not to squander your life
living under a cloud of indecision or feelings of impending doom.

Then, YOU LEARN ABOUT MONEY...the personal power and
independence it brings and the options it creates. And
you recognize the necessity, to create your own personal
wealth. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself
by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray
yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's
desire. And you live with honor and integrity...because you
know that these principles are not the outdated ideals of a
by-gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation
upon which you must build your life. And you make it a point
to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every
wonderful opportunity and exciting possibility. Then you hang
a wind chime outside your window to remind yourself what
beauty there is in Simplicity.

Finally, with courage in your heart, you
take a stand, you TAKE a deep breath and you begin to design the
life you want to live as best as you can.

Written by: Sonny Carroll 

(appropriately: Anonymous)

Do Not Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but do not quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things go wrong that you must not quit.


13 April 2011


Why must you be a stranger? I know thee no more!

No matter what you've done for yourself or for humanity, if you can't look back on having given love and attention to your own family, what have you really accomplished?  
 -Elbert Hubbard

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.   
-Marcelene Cox

Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.  
 - Matt Groening

Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.   
-Rosaleen Dickson

Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn't listening.   
-Emma Thompson

At the end of the day, a loving family should find everything forgivable.   
-Mark V. Olsen

Your family and your love must be cultivated like a garden. Time, effort, and imagination must be summoned constantly to keep any relationship flourishing and growing.  
 -Jim Rohn

You are woven into my very fiber, my soul.  Where are you?

05 April 2011

Sarah Kay- Spoken Word Artist

Also, check out this video below if you have 18 minutes to spare.  She is BRILLIANT, and it's WELL worth it!

Stumbled Upon: A poem by Oriah

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it. 

I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own.
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us
to be careful, be realistic,
remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live,
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments. 

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Invitation published by HarperSanFrancisco, 1999

11 March 2011

Tsunami & Earthquake Relief Resources

This is where you can go to find a list of organizations who are accepting donations and charity for relief efforts in Japan.  I originally came across this website via this fabulous blog.

My thoughts, love and sympathy are with all those who are faced with the devastation of the recent natural disasters.

"Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, suffering yet hoping all things."

It's the little things


Some days, it really is the little things that keep my head above water.  

Some days, I would just rather not think about the heavy stuff.

Some days, I simply can't.

And some days, I am just so heartbroken for those around the world who are suffering, I can't help but be thankful for all the little pieces of magic that surround my ordinary life.

These are just some of the things that supply me with satisfaction:

Each song is a personal savior of mine

A little ditty from the album...

Blue nail polish and Starbucks (duh)
I have colored nail polish (still) and I am NOT afraid to use it.

Bright flowers sent by even brighter people
Look at that bad boy right in the center, hogging the entire show.  :)

A silly but sentimental keepsake
Bren gave me this when we were first dating.  It was kind of a joke (he found it on a table outside of his work), but I played along and pretended like it was the best gift I had ever received.  It turns out, it was.  I have saved it for years now.  He laughs at me that I've kept it.  But I love it.  I just do.

I'm still six
My relationship with Spaghetti-0's is borderline insane...

Mid-day pictures of my adorable niece, Peyton
...For obvious reasons...

08 March 2011

Follow-up and Great News

Some "things" have come to light over the last couple of weeks.

What started as an exciting adventure for my family quickly turned into a source of confusion and sadness.  If you read my last post, you know what it is I am talking about.

[But you know, nothing is every written in stone], and this is especially true of our most recent turmoil.

I have not announced this over Facebook yet because I just didn't know how to... instead, I was telling people as they asked. It was just easier for me that way.  But I am getting more and more questions, and people are very confused.  So I figured it was time to elaborate a bit for those who don't know the whole story but would like to.

So here goes...

As some of you know, it has been such a tough past few weeks for Bren and I.  A few weeks ago, we went in for our first ultrasound-- excited to see the baby, ready to expose Liam to who would eventually be his sibling, all around happy.

It was at this appointment that the doctor told us that it looked to be a "bad pregnancy."  I immediately reached out to my doctor who told me that I was likely miscarrying the baby; that it had stopped developing at 5 weeks even though my LMP showed me being 11 weeks along.

She sent me in for blood work to corroborate what she thought was happening, and then scheduled me for a "final ultrasound," telling me, "We'll get you through this honey.  A lot of women go through this." (A sad truth).

She told me I could do it on my own (at home), but that it could possibly take months for my body to recognize that it wasn't a legitimate pregnancy.  (Um, no thanks).

Our/my other option was to have it removed at the hospital (via D&C).  Not fun stuff.  Obviously, this was a tough thing to hear.

I guess the hardest part about all of this can be summed up into two parts:

1- I had already told everyone I was pregnant.  Now what?

2- I still felt pregnant physically and had already started to bond with the pregnancy itself.  Now I would have to begin to emotionally separate myself.

The next Friday (almost 2 weeks ago now), before I was supposed to go into the hospital, they sent me in for my final ultrasound, a pre-op verification. 

About 30-seconds into the ultrasound, the technician turned the screen for me to see, and pointed to a baby and a heartbeat.

Baby Whitfield (due 10-16-11)

It turns out that I am one of the very lucky ones whose very EARLY pregnancy was mistaken (medically) for a miscarriage.

I'm not sure how lucky I felt throughout the week that I thought I had lost the baby, but I feel extremely blessed now.

Today I am a little over 8 weeks along.

Bren and I appreciate everyone's kind wishes and warm thoughts.  We have wonderful people in our  lives, and we have never (and will never) overlook you.  Thank you all for your support.  

All our love

24 February 2011

... sometimes things happen ...

This is not an easy thing to do, but Brendon and I want to avoid awkward conversations down the line.  And we are just not sure that there is an easier way to do and/or say this.  We have reached out to family members and close friends, but we feel it necessary to disclose this to the people that keep up with our lives via Facebook and/or this blog.

Brendon and I found out earlier this week that we lost the baby.  Although this is a terribly emotional time for our family, we continue to feel fully blessed and we are determined to remain optimistic.  This is just part of our journey, and in no way do we feel that this will prevent us from continuing to move forward.  

This will undoubtedly take time to come to grips with.  We want everyone to know that we are staying strong and positive, and we are allowing this to strengthen the bond between us, and our family and friends.  Please keep us in your thoughts in the coming weeks.

16 February 2011

wise soul

I love to think of the many adventures Liam will live through, and what these adventures will eventually lead him to love and do and be and dream.  I love to think about what an amazing person he is and will continually become as he gets older.

I sing him a song, just mine to him, called Little Mister Liam.  It is to the tune of Jimmy Buffett's Little Miss Magic.  Of course, I have changed some words and personalized it for him.  It is a special song I have been singing him since he was a teeny tiny baby.

It starts out:  "Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling."  (Bubba hears his name in there, and thinks the words are "Constant Liam mazed..." Silly kid!)

My version ends with "Little Mister Liam, what ya gonna be?" 

Yesterday, after singing him this song on the way home, I thought I would ask what he wanted to be when he grew up, when he was big like mommy and daddy.  I figured he would give a typical kid answer... Mickey Mouse or Special Agent Oso (his newest idol).  Don't ask me why I would think he would respond with a typical kid answer... he's far from that.

So I said: "Bubba, what do you think you would like to be when you grow up?"

And to my amazement, he thinks hard for a couple seconds before looking at me and saying: "I want to be Liam."

What a beautiful answer!!  And he was dead.serious.

I swear my kid is wise beyond his years.  Over and over, he amazes me with some of the things that fly out of his mouth.

Once again, in this moment, I found myself overtaken by gratitude.  And crying.  Yes, crying.   

Yeah, yeah... Cut me some slack... my hormones are under siege.


03 February 2011

Coffee, Carrots, Eggs

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes, she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. 

She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. 

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."  

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. 

The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it.. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter then asked, "What does it mean?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently:

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. 

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its insides became hardened. 

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?  

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?


Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. 

 When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity

Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. 

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

02 February 2011

Just Call Me "Preghan"

 Brendon, Liam and I are happy to announce that we are expecting a new bundle of poop, puke, JOY in mid-September.  

As of today, I am 8-weeks along, feeling great (yeah... I said great), and ready to start this beautiful journey all over again. 

Hard to tell, but I promise it says "Pregnant"

Liam is THRILLED as well.

{A little story to back-up that assertion}:

When I went to pick him up from daycare last night, the teacher came up and said "Is there a congratulations in order?" 

A very perplexed me turned beet red and asked why she was asking.  "Oh, well Liam has been telling each of the teachers separately today that 'my mommy has a baby in her belly,' and once we all realized that he had told more than just one of us, we figured it must be true," she says. 

Um, thanks Liam!!  :)  He couldn't help himself... he just HAD to spill the beans!

He does make it very, very clear though that I am only allowed to have a girl.  He desperately wants a little sister, and desperately does NOT want a little brother.  HA!!  Let's hope I can live up to his expectations!  :)

So yeah... giddy-up!  And be prepared to hear ALL about this pregnancy.  
I am quite the extrovert. 

28 January 2011

Key Lime Pie--- entirely homemade

I am not sure I need an excuse to bake.  But I make them anyway!!  All.the.time. 

~Oh!!  The hub would love to have fresh blueberry muffins for breakfast for the week.  Done and done!!~

~While I'm at it, I might as well make a streussel.  Because, you know... whatever.~

~Did someone say cupcakes?~

I have been making this particular Key Lime Pie recipe for years now, and it never disappoints.  And this time, I really DO have the perfect excuse.

[Husband]:  Will you cook a Key Lime Pie for my mom's birthday dinner? (My amazing in-laws will be over on Saturday for a feast).

Yes, Brenny.  I shall make the sweet treat you've requested on your mom's behalf.  And it shall be gloooooorious!!!

Thought I would share the process with ya'll, and torture you with unfair pictures.

The Recipe: Key Lime Pie


The Pie Crust
It's easy peezy, trust me.  And it makes a HUGE difference.

1 1/2 c. graham cracker crumbs-- you could crush them in a food processor or by hand.  OR you could buy them pre-crumbled... just sayin'

6 tbsp. butter-- melted

3 tbsp. granulated sugar

Pinch of salt

Pinch of cinnamon

The Filling

1 tsp. lime zest-- zest the limes before you cut and juice them... it is WAY easier that way.

1/2 c. fresh lime juice-- preferably with key limes (or so "they" say).  I use regular limes and they have never failed me.

1 8oz. can of sweetened-condensed milk

5 egg yolks

The Whipped Cream Topping

1 c. of heavy whipping cream

1/2 c. granulated sugar

1 tsp. of vanilla extract

Pinch of salt-- because salt is gooooood.

The Process:

1- Preheat your oven to 325

2- Combine all the components for the crust in a large bowl and stir with a fork until thoroughly combined.  It should resemble wet sand.

3- Press into a pie dish.  You want to be careful the crust doesn't have any cracks in it.  The best way to ensure it stays in tact is to press it with a glass measuring cup

Like so...

4- Once preheated, throw this bad-boy (the pie crust) into the oven for 15 minutes.  Then remove and let it cool to room temp.

5- While the crust is baking, assemble your filling.  Combine your egg yolks and lime zest and whisk until smooth.

6- Add the sweetened-condensed milk and lime juice to the eggs and zest, and beat until it thickens slightly.  Once the pie crust has cooled to room temp, pour in the filling and put the pie back into the oven for another 15 minutes.  The pie is done when the filling has set but still jiggles in the center.  Let cool to room temp. again and then pop it in the fridge to cool for at least 3 hours

7-  The whipped cream is pretty easy as well... 1 cup of heavy cream and 1 cup of sugar into a large bowl with the vanilla extract, cinnamon and salt.  Use an electric mixer to whip the cream... real good  ;)  You'll see soft peaks form... and you'll see it look like... well, whipped cream.  Go figure, right?  Put this is the fridge too, until you're ready to serve/devour it. 

Last but not least, in the least....

8- Make sure you taste the whipped cream with the finger test.  This is very important, for the simple fact that you deserve it!

Hope you try it, and I hope you enjoy it!!!  :)
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