They say things happen in three’s and it seems to to be true. Last Saturday We moved (same little city, different home) Sunday we welcomed our new niece into the Church, and my husband’s dear grandmother died yesterday, she was an amazing woman. The obituary only briefly touches on her beautiful life, but I hope it gives you an idea of her courageous soul and sharp wit. We miss her already.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May their souls and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
“Part of being a man is being chaste because chastity is hard. It is not easy. A real man is chaste because chastity is one of the hardest virtues to conquer, especially in our day and age. It requires absolute self-denial, a hallmark of masculinity.” – Fr. Ripperger
My baby is 8 months. My eldest is 8 years. It’s nice to see them together. I call them my book ends but my middles don’t like that. They claim they are not books. And they’re not.(My second is very literal, she corrects me nearly everyday on some slight offense of mine and nearly every time she is right and I am wrong.) But it’s nice to see the bookends together. The oldest holding the youngest and I say so despite the middles’ protests.
So we aren’t moving South. We are staying put. Which is exciting too, since we love our Parish and are becoming rather settled. I still miss the South. I hate cold weather, but have learned to immerse myself in books, poetry, writing, and growing our little home- run book business (which is doing rather well.)
We have also joined the local 4-h pony club and it’s been a hit with my two oldest.
My husband got a promotion at work and has been traveling quite a bit because of it. To be honest, I like it when he travels. I miss him, but it’s also nice to chat on the phone at night, text and send each other cute emails or rather I send him cute emails. It’s like dating again, and when he does come home, everything settles so nice and cozy around his homecoming. The girls run up and give him hugs and his deep voice comforts us all and smooths away our daily troubles, Daddy’s home.
The Other day, as I was driving I saw a little flock of birds alight a wire.
They went up and down in a wave and settled near the traffic light.
It was red,
and I stared at them and thought of how they moved as one.
Like seeing instead of hearing a four part harmony.
How do they know where to be so perfectly?
I enjoyed the book “Nurture Shock” although it wasn’t as groundbreaking as the reviews made it out to be, overall it was an interesting read. Some quick takes:
- Praising children can cause more harm than good and doesn’t necessarily = encouragement/ motivation
- Self-esteem is overrated
- White families don’t talk about race and should
- Sleep deprivation makes children fat not TV
- educational TV is trash perhaps worse than Trash TV
- Children grow into lying not out of it
- Permissive parenting isn’t effective
I hold you
In my arms
And smooth the wrinkles
Takes a picture of us.
I’m getting older
And you so young.