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Today . . . September 17, 2023
Under the sky . . . Warm but not too hot or humid, sunny and breezy and blue Under our roof . . . That period of 3pm-6pm that is known as Sunday Recovery (and we had potluck today too, so we got home right before 3) . . . Adrian fast asleep in his sweaty church clothes on our couch, Rose in a diaper crawling and making a semi-cheerful nuisance of herself on our bed, Sunday football on the TV. The house is half-tidy, half-not, and our suitcases from Wednesday still need to be unpacked, so . . . Monday problems. I'm wearing . . . My new dress that is basically a perfect autumn floral dress - warm blue background, small white and orange floral print, long sleeved and cinched at the wrist, a flowy fit with a waistline sash and a wrap bodice for nursing. Dinner starring as . . . We are going out!! A double date with our old friends and mentors! Mediterranean food, and I'm eyeing a lamb burger with feta that's on the menu . . . A mood in three words . . . Uplifted, grounded, thankful A favorite . . . Staying in a new dress all day . . . knowing fall is just around the corner . . . baking bread . . . having the children peacefully riveted by VeggieTales for a moment after a tiring but worthwhile day. Hidden thoughts . . . Oh my. Too many to number! It was a very effort-ful Mass, so to speak, for JA and I, as the kids are still definitely in the thick of recovering from travel. Whining, clinging and crying abounded and I barely had a moment of recollection during the liturgy. Hours later, as we left potluck and I ran back into church to grab a sippy cup, missal and food we'd left inside, I went into the sanctuary alone and looked at the tabernacle and tears sprang into my eyes. He was there, and He knew all things. The wife in me . . . JA and I fell into talking last night about what we'd advise our younger selves to do before getting married if we could. I instantly knew mine: "Don't get social media! Be disciplined in daily prayer, the Sacraments and go to Mass more!" I wish I could go back and spend those early days better! But thankful I can take the knowledge forward. This year has been one of much grace, mercy and renewal and I pray it will be the first of many. And just a friendly reminder to myself to not hold on to silly things like if my bread was crusty enough to his liking or how much or little he talked during dinner. The mother in me . . . is ready for the kids to get back to normal behavior and sleep and is imploring Heaven for patience and wisdom in the meantime! The child in me . . . wants to go someplace cold and twirl around under falling leaves. Gratitude . . . for grace and Divine love . . . and a new staple oatmeal raisin cookie recipe I found yesterday. xo, Mary
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MaryWife to my best friend. Mama to a gregarious 3yo boy, a determined 18mo daughter, a darling baby boy due in late July, and a miscarried child we gave back to God. (photos are from Unsplash unless I note they're mine :)
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