I figured I'd jump on this bandwagon too. Whatever gets me writing, right? Please forgive the fact that the link is for Friday and today is Saturday. We can just overlook that minor detail. ;-)
1. The Moms' Group I coordinate has infrequent Sunday evening potlucks. We all like them, it just seems to take a lot of effort to coordinate and host one. And then the majority of us are married to either military or military support which means there are always some husbands traveling. I miss our whole family gatherings and have been scheming up a plan for the next one. Right now it looks like it might be a potluck-eating-Frozen-watching (kids) - pajama wearing (kids again) - board-game (parents) evening. I'm trying to decide if I'm biting off too much or if it will work.
2. The rocker/glider in my bedroom is normally covered in clean clothes waiting to be returned to closets and dressers. [real world confession] I've been a little more on top of the laundry lately which means the rocker can be used again. By Mac. I've caught him numerous times rocking the baby dolls and singing them lullabys. Lullabyes? I'm not actually sure how to make that plural. My heart swoons a little. How can it not when a big clunky three year old boy cradles babies and sings to them when he thinks no one is looking?
3. Cora has been perfecting her signature. Currently it's capital c, capital o, capital r, lower case a except she has a non-traditional way of writing her R - a high circle with two lines coming down from it to form the R legs. I haven't really worked on penmanship at all with them, so it's interesting to see the natural evolution of letter formation.
4. Our home parish is about a 25 minute drive away on weekdays. The kids and I just can't make Holy Day services there so we go to a closer parish that has better times. The kids behaved surprisingly well at the Ash Wednesday Mass. After Mass, an old man stopped me on the way out and said "You should write a book." "Oh?" was my puzzled response. "Yes," he responded, "you should write about how to get children to behave in church." I smiled, blushed, and thanked him. "Today was just a good day for us." And that's the truth. In all my infinite wisdom, I have learned that child behavior in Mass is somewhat the luck of the draw. And that kindly old man had luckily not observed the days when a certain young female acts demon possessed and stops the homily with her foul behavior. Still, it felt nice to get a compliment.
5. I don't often talk about the dog. Figured it was time to mention him a bit. Hank, the Great Dane, is a stereotypical Dane. He's fairly gentle, though clumsy, and loves kids and people-food. The latter can be problematic. Several times after clearing plates down the disposal, I've caught the dog with his front paws on the counter, staring forlornly down the drain. Guess he would prefer all food scraps went into his bowl, rather than the garbage disposal.
6. Changing gears back to embryo adoption. The agency decided to pursue matching us with two smaller sets of embryos (each family has two embryos for a total of four, or enough for two transfers), so our profile is out to both families now. Matching with two families simultaneously is harder to coordinate. We'll just have to see how things play out!
7. I really loved today's Lenten reflection from flocknote, especially as we continue this very long journey towards growing our family again.
Excerpt from the Diary of St. Faustina:
Although it seems to me that You do not hear me, I put my trust in the ocean of Your mercy, and I know that my hope will not be deceived (Diary - 69).
Meditation:
My Jesus, when I repeatedly ask You for something and I get no reply and nothing seems to change in my life, I fear that You are not there. I grow discouraged and I feel alone. Help me to trust in You in the midst of the darkness. Teach me how to walk by faith and not by sight. I place my hope in You, and I believe that Your love and mercy are as deep as the ocean. There is nothing that is beyond Your power. Strengthen my faith, O Lord!
- Fr. Joseph Roesch, MIC
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