When Gemmy finally stood tall, we burst into laughter! Half from relief, half from the sheer drama of her acrobatics. Did we want Gemmy to stand up because she deserved it, even if she hadn’t finished her eggs? Or did we just want her up, no matter what? I couldn’t tell. But as we walked home, we were all smiling from Gemmy’s little triumph.
On our first Christmas as a married couple, I asked Matthew about his favorite Christmas song. Mine has always been The First Noel. To me, it captures the very essence of Christmas—a sacred night when Jesus was born, humbly and quietly. The song gently reminds us that beneath the glitter and grandeur of today’s celebrations ...
I prepare a special yogurt concoction for Andrew—a mix of Greek yogurt, homemade date paste, coconut, honey, and chia seeds. It’s the second time I’m making it. The first time, Andrew devoured it. Let me tell you, it is pretty good. I’m not a chef or a snack connoisseur, but I bet it would be ...
An open letter to you, my dear friend… Dear Olivia, No, I didn’t have all the answers either. No, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing. No, I did not have the absolute certainty “that it’s going to be alright in the end.” I still don’t have them, and I don’t think ...
This is a three-part post:– Part 1 – Days 1-11– Part 2 – Days 12-22– Part 3 – Days 23-33 DAY 23 – THE LAST SUPPER It’s undoubtedly foolish to transgress against the first three Commandments and ignorant to belittle the Institution of the Eucharist. Yet, none of that pain compares to witnessing the mockery ...
This three-part post contains my daily reflections as I go through the book 33 Days to Eucharistic Glory by Matthew Kelly. It is updated daily until my Eucharistic Consecration Day.
This three-part post contains my daily reflections as I go through the book 33 Days to Eucharistic Glory by Matthew Kelly. It is updated daily until my Eucharistic Consecration Day.
I reckon I've never grasped the true meaning of powerlessness until this moment. Staying with my son and asking him to stay with us is the only thing I can do. As my voice fills the room, my soul pleads, "Jesus, Mary, help us."
My shoulders dropped in resignation. All I’m asking is five minutes to eat.
I don’t have a birth plan because it’s unnecessary. Instead of offering pause, it commands action. Instead of focusing on what’s important, it distracts with extras. Instead of comfort, it brings anxiety. Most importantly, it contradicts the theme of this pregnancy: total surrender to God.