Just a few posts that I read this week and loved loved loved. (Also, have I really done 21 of these? Crazy.)
by Anna Liesemeyer
There aren’t really words to describe that first week of life of a child. Despite the post labor pains, the sleepless nights, and adjustments at home, there is an unprecedented joy and peace that takes over my heart to have this tiny being in existence. I can’t bring myself to put him down very often. There are only a few precious months when their innocence and dependence on you is so pure and simple.
Watching each member of the family experience little Max takes that happiness to another level…
My husband couldn’t wait to tell everyone his boy was a whopping 9lbs 9oz. and looks at him with such pride. He holds him with such delicacy. It stops me in my tracks to see him love our children. I don’t think I could love him more than in the moments he cares for his family with such dedication. (…)
by Jennifer Fulwiler
19. Put on a fresh coat of lipstick in the afternoon. When you see your reflection in the mirror it’ll trick you into thinking that you might actually survive the rest of the day.
20. Occasionally ask yourself if it’s time to start trying to thrive again. It’s surprisingly easy to get stuck in survival mode.
21. Kick people in the shins who tell you it’ll “go by so fast.” It won’t stop them from saying it, but it’ll feel soooooo good.
(I wrote this post while a toddler was trying to sit on my head.) (…)
by Haley Stewart
Dear Madly-in-love Newlywed,
Your definition of sexy is about to change. It might take two years, it might take ten. And you’re not going to believe a word I say in these blissful days of butterflies in your stomach at the sound of his voice. It’s going to sound mundane and boring to you now, but just file this away.
What’s your definition of sexy? Getting surprise flowers from your beloved? Chocolate-covered strawberries on Valentine’s Day? A fancy date? The way he makes you laugh? The way it feels to have his arms around you? All that is great and you’ll still think it’s sexy a few years down the road, but it won’t hold a candle to the thrill of: (…)
by Grace Patton
Simon and I had met twice before we met met in November of 2007 at a Notre Dame football game in South Bend. Once at my baptism as his parents are my godparents although he was still safely on the other side of the uterus and once when we were both 11 or 12. I stayed at his parents house for the night in Wichita before trotting off with some friends to a camp that Simon’s mom had organized. Our moms went to high school together and then all four of our parents went to college together (Rock Chalk) and converted to Catholicism through the same humanities program. I grew up in New Mexico and Simon grew up in Kansas. I feel like I’m typing this as though I’m 97 and reminiscing about the good old days with a far off look in my eye whilst rocking slowly on my porch in my calico dress complete with lace collar and tightly wound bun with a glass of sweating fresh squeezed lemonade in my shaky hand. I’ll try to be less … that. (…)
by Lisa Melnick
My good friend called me recently kinda needing to vent. Her husband is a Coastie and they left Virginia the same time we did. We lived in the same town and went to the same church. We had the same friends. We both have 6 kids. Her son is my Godson. Prior to living in VA together we both lived in Mobile. Both of these places we have had the privilege of living in are vibrant Catholic communities. We were blessed with AMAZING priests, solid inspirational Catholic families and wonderful parishes.
I knew the blessing I had. I knew I was living in a little Catholic bubble all those years. I was surrounded by other famiies that looked very much like my own. We had the same goals, lifestyles, family size and most important..faith. This was the same for my friend.
That bubble has popped for both of us. I live in a fabulous community that has a large protestant community filled with wonderful families who love the Lord. But it is so different than what I have grown used to. (…)
Happy reading, love bugs!
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