Once I tune in to the fact that my family receives my cooking for them as an act of love - that it's actually something that makes them feel cared for - it shifts my entire perspective.

In our house, dinner is synonymous with family time. Recently, it has felt like the best chance for all of us to really connect - something that I find myself wanting more of as my kids are getting older.

Chip is like that kid, like the five-year-old kid that's trying to make his mom breakfast, and there's milk everywhere.

When you are married to a guy who takes chances every day, who loves risk and has great intuition and great business instincts - when you're married to someone like that who pushes you to dream big, you dream big.

I love the smell of clean laundry. Working in the garden and getting my hands dirty. Doing the dishes. These are the things that make me feel normal.

Waco is such a resilient town... this city has seen its fair share of hardships, but it always bounces back better and stronger.

I had to learn that this whole God thing isn't just this big religion. It's really that He wants this relationship with us on a personal level.

If you give Chip a boundary, he's going to break that boundary. If you give him a rule, he's not going to follow it. And if you tell him, 'You can't go over this line,' he's going to put his toe over it.

With my job, I am designing spaces for families on a weekly basis, and that is where I get my creative outlet.

I try my best to keep the house looking clean, but honestly, with four kids, you can find plenty of messes. I don't have a special technique other than I can't focus when the house is a wreck, so cleaning is therapeutic for me. That works in my favor sometimes.