I know sleeplessness comes hand in and with having young kids...BUT COME ON ALREADY!!! I was up no less than 7 times last night, in an 8 hour time period. I feel a little sick this morning. We'll see if anything gets accomplished today, because I am fried.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
My little girl is growing up
This morning, Megan asked to walk to preschool by herself. She's done this before, so I didn't see any problem with it. I walked her out to the street, and watched as she crossed. She ran down the Dunaway's driveway, then turned to look at me with a big grin on her face. She waved, blew a kiss, and trotted off to school.
It was then that I realized that my heart was breaking, just a little.
Wasn't it just five short years ago that she was still turning somersaults in my belly? Just five years since we held her in our arms for the first time? Just five years since we stared at her in her hospital bassinet, marveling at this tiny 7 pound 11 ounce miracle that God had so lovingly blessed us with?
If time had a tail, I would grab it, dig my heels in, and hang on for dear life. Because I know--I KNOW--that the next five years will go even faster. Then the five after that, and the five after that, and then she will be a grown woman, making her own way in the world. I feel so unprepared all of a sudden for the momentous task that God has entrusted to me--to raise this precious little girl in faith and love, so that when she is all grown up, she is equipped to make good decisions, to love those around her, and to live a life of Godliness.
Until now, it's really been a matter of food, clothes and love. Now I am beginning to feel the change as she grows old enough to need so much more, and I am a little afraid. Then I look at my other two daughters, and the fear turns into a slight terror.
Today, even though Megan is maturing and growing so fast I can almost physically see it, she is still my little girl. And when she gets home from school, I am going to scoop her up and hold her close. I know I can't stop time, or even slow it, so I am determined to make the most of these short days while she is still small.
May God grand me wisdom and strength for the awesome and wonderful task He has given me. May He send good and wonderful things into my daughters' lives, and protect them from all evil. With His help, may I raise my daughters to the Kingdom of Heaven.
It was then that I realized that my heart was breaking, just a little.
Wasn't it just five short years ago that she was still turning somersaults in my belly? Just five years since we held her in our arms for the first time? Just five years since we stared at her in her hospital bassinet, marveling at this tiny 7 pound 11 ounce miracle that God had so lovingly blessed us with?
If time had a tail, I would grab it, dig my heels in, and hang on for dear life. Because I know--I KNOW--that the next five years will go even faster. Then the five after that, and the five after that, and then she will be a grown woman, making her own way in the world. I feel so unprepared all of a sudden for the momentous task that God has entrusted to me--to raise this precious little girl in faith and love, so that when she is all grown up, she is equipped to make good decisions, to love those around her, and to live a life of Godliness.
Until now, it's really been a matter of food, clothes and love. Now I am beginning to feel the change as she grows old enough to need so much more, and I am a little afraid. Then I look at my other two daughters, and the fear turns into a slight terror.
Today, even though Megan is maturing and growing so fast I can almost physically see it, she is still my little girl. And when she gets home from school, I am going to scoop her up and hold her close. I know I can't stop time, or even slow it, so I am determined to make the most of these short days while she is still small.
May God grand me wisdom and strength for the awesome and wonderful task He has given me. May He send good and wonderful things into my daughters' lives, and protect them from all evil. With His help, may I raise my daughters to the Kingdom of Heaven.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
The artist
I just overheard this conversation.
Marina: Megan! Stop doing art.
Megan: I can't stop doing art. I am an artist. I will never stop doing the art that I am good at.
Marina: What is an artist?
Megan: It's a person who does art. I am an artist. I have to keep doing my art so I can get gooder. That's what artists do. They practice their art, and they get gooder and gooder and gooder and gooder. Then they die.
Marina: Oooohhh... (in awed voice)
Marina: Megan! Stop doing art.
Megan: I can't stop doing art. I am an artist. I will never stop doing the art that I am good at.
Marina: What is an artist?
Megan: It's a person who does art. I am an artist. I have to keep doing my art so I can get gooder. That's what artists do. They practice their art, and they get gooder and gooder and gooder and gooder. Then they die.
Marina: Oooohhh... (in awed voice)
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Part THREE!!
Lest I forget anyone... :)
Our good friend Father Thomas Frizelle was ordained to the Holy Priesthood this morning. Axios!!
Our good friend Father Thomas Frizelle was ordained to the Holy Priesthood this morning. Axios!!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Part Deux!
The Bishop is in town, and we have a weekend of ordinations and tonsurings! This evening, we saw our two good friends Breandan and Dan become Readers. We may not have said "Axios" in church tonight, but I'll say it here. Axios!!
God bless you guys.
God bless you guys.
Axios!
Our good friend Matthew Howell, who is also Megan's Godfather, was ordained a Deacon this morning by Bishop Joseph. May God Grant You Many Years Dn. Matthew, Anastasia, and kids!
We love you.
We love you.
Quick Fix
I have a fix for the country's budget problems. STOP SPENDING MONEY ON STUPID THINGS YOU DON'T NEED. It's the self same advice given to every family in debt. Live within your means, and pay off your bills before making any new purchases. It seems like every day I hear of some new government program building weird parking garages in towns of 200, or funding programs to help ten year olds learn about the science of toilets. Really?? Here's a novel idea: For five years, suspend all programs that will not cause a fallout of society, and use all that money to pay back China and all the other countries we owe exorbitant amounts of money to. We can eek by as a country for five year without obscene excess.
Okay, I'm done ranting. :)
Okay, I'm done ranting. :)
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Thoughts on Les Mis
I love Les Miserables. The music is fantastic, the story is compelling, and when I was a teenager, I was convinced that I was a modern Eponine, since I was boy crazy and none of them ever returned the favor of my fleeting affection. I've been listening to the musical over the last couple days, and I picked up on something that I never realized before.
There is a song where Valjean is singing about the difficulty of his current situation. All the time I heard it growing up, I thought he was singing about the "never ending road to Calgary." It always befuddled me why, as a French National, he was singing about going to Canada. Today (yes, only today), I realized that he is saying the "never ending road to CALVARY." Holy smokes, that make so much more sense.
There is a song where Valjean is singing about the difficulty of his current situation. All the time I heard it growing up, I thought he was singing about the "never ending road to Calgary." It always befuddled me why, as a French National, he was singing about going to Canada. Today (yes, only today), I realized that he is saying the "never ending road to CALVARY." Holy smokes, that make so much more sense.
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