The long way home...

Over the last year or so, I have had a lot of  questions about....well, everything. My faith in people, my faith in myself, my faith in God.  I guess I always took people at their word, assumed I wasn't good enough and took God for granted.  I never thought about why I believed the way I did....why I did the things I did...I never even asked myself if I believed what my church was teaching.

So it struck me...why not question everything.  As I dove into my faith, my true religion, and my God, I learned so much more about myself, my husband, my children and my friends.  I have learned not to take things for granted...the sunrise, the sunset, a flock of birds flying....even a wheat field.  There is beauty all around us...and it is a gift.  My husband....is a gift. My children...are a gift.  I...am a gift.

I have found that I really do believe in the teachings of my church... that I really do believe in my friendships, I have had to cut ties with relationships that were toxic to me and my family, but I hold dear the friends who are true to me....I have found that I really do believe in myself.  Each day we have is a gift, look at it, study it, enjoy it but above all.....question it.  For only then can you truely appreciate what we have been given.

Nostalgia...

I woke up late this morning

With laughter all around
To hear the children playing
Out on the ol' playground
The grass was now a brilliant green
And so were all the trees
I glanced and saw the American flag
Waving in the breeze
I rose to close the window
And as I left the bed
I gently pulled the window down
And crushed my f!&king head.

Proud Momma!

My daughter, Zie, is an altar server at our church.  She is the youngest, the smallest, the most delicate, and the most beautiful if you ask me.... She has been chosen to serve for the Palm Sunday Mass...She will be serving with 3 of her peers who are taller, stronger, and well....more experienced....but you can bet that that scrappy 62 pound daughter of mine will be carrying that 40 pound cross through all the aisles of the church on Sunday morning.  Would she let the boys do it??? No, she wants to be in the forefront, the one who, and I quote..."Gets to ring the bell."  So, I will be there, not quite front row, beaming...while she flashes me the peace sign from the altar.

Ever wonder...

How in God's name did you do that......

William, my 7 year old son, has somehow figured out how to get toothpaste in his eyes not only once, but twice in the last 5 days.  Now, I am 30 somethin years old....and I have never in my life brushed my teeth so vigorously that toothpaste has splattered into my eyes.  Add this one to the "Sometimes, he makes me wonder" album!