The sun is setting and the world's aglow.
children cleaning the kitchen.
To Live the Liturgy...
I'm hoping to spend some time at Adoration.
To Fit and Happy...
no progress here. This week's goal is to not let the scale dictate my mood.
the health and strength and resources to host a big crew of soccer players last week
the witness of a devoted mother for whom we grieved last week
a brand new GMU hoody and the sentiment behind it~romance is alive and well here;-)
I am pondering ...
There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire,
which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which
kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
I cooked and cooked and cooked some more for all those hungry soccer players last week. It was a joy to see them eat and an even greater joy to sit and talk with them over meals. They are fine young men and it was my pleasure to get to know them.
Boy, does the kitchen feel empty now.
A pair of shorts and one of Michael's rejected spare T-shirts . Bare feet and hair clip. And lip gloss.
Daily lesson plans and master schedules for activities. Dear Lord, please help me because I so am not enjoying my iCal sessions lately.
On my iPod...
Joy for the Asking; Joy for the Keeping, a gem from Family Centered Press.
Towards a real eduction ...
We're binge reading and not much else this week as I juggle ridiculous soccer camp schedules.
I'm bringing my spiral bound planners with me to try to pencil things in for when soccer slows and "school" starts.
I am thinking...
how wrong I was when I thought that it would be easier to see Michael leave for school this year. We've done this twice already. It wasn't. Nope. Not easier at all.
Hold them close. Hug them tightly. The days just get faster and time moves ever more quickly.
It's time to harvest basil and make lots of pesto for the freezer.
Around the House
I think that Michael has a secret strategy for strewing clothes and clutter all over the house with ferocity the last couple of weeks before he leaves for school, in the hopes that I'll be so annoyed that I can't wait to get him out of the house and I'll toss his stuff after him. It almost worked. But not quite.
Still, it is cleaner around here tonight.
Sarah Anne this week...
Sigh. She finally warmed up to Michael and was reaching for him in the last few days before he left. He's big and strong and tosses and "airplanes" her and she just giggles and giggles. They're buddies.
I hope she remembers him.
A letter from my former pastor in the bulletin this week. It's a keeper and, as usual, he's making me think. I'm reminded what an extraordinarily good priest he is and that I really should write and tell him so.
And I'm re-reading a post from this time last year. It's that week again, where I'm forced away from the computer because of soccer camps. I need to re-commit to these online principles and this week will force me to do that anyway.
for the Snow family, the Barrett family, and the Cushman family. May they be consoled by family and friends, saints and angels, and the good Lord himself.
I wish that I could just sit back and feel good about the progress I make some days, instead of always noticing all the things yet to be done.
One of my favorite things ...
babies that smell like babies.
Still more soccer camp. And more soccer camp.
One more kiss before he goes...