First Day of Advent . . . a day of Hope

I just can’t enough of the eyes on this girl.

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So today marks the third month of her daddy’s transplant. Today is also the first day of Advent . . . a day of Hope.

And it is a day of Hope. It was a weekend of hope –  it was an ordinary weekend just like any other – with the Fisherman outside helping the tallest of our children with his car.  Oh! That car! That terrible, terrible car.

The pair came in and out of the house with greasy hands searching the internet of what to do next.

The Fisherman watched the ball games, listening where he could to them on his phone and hoped for the Steelers to win with great disappointment. The girl who loves music helped to put lights on the Christmas tree, and the girl who loves everyone played with friends.

The philosopher had gone back to school

and then it was time for the Fisherman’s walk – something he couldn’t do before transplant.

We walked side by side, and talked with cool wind blowing, leaves falling – the day turning into night, and then he said. “Hey, lets run.”

and he beat me.

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1001 gifts

321.) running with the Fisherman again

322.) a day like any other

323.) leaves twirling

324.) warm brownies

325.) all my children sleeping in the same house – eating at the same table

326.) to much food in the fridge

327.) laughter

328.)  a warm bed

329.) people glad to see us

330.) the prayers – so many prayers

331.) losing to the Fisherman during our run . . . something that could never have happened three months ago.

Standing Up

It’s been busy here for these two since last Friday. They had to be up at 7:00 a.m  to get to our Friday home school class an hour away.  They work and study all day to get home by 8 p.m..  There is reading, writing,  studying and very little play that happens on Fridays for us. Saturday morning was an other early start. We had to be up before 6 a.m. to get to a debate tournament. That day there were four rounds of debating with this years reform (( should the federal government significantly reform the criminal justice system. )) that lasted all day until 7:00 p.m. that night.  

Sunday morning it was finally time to get ready for the important part of the weekend. The part of the weekend that they had been looking forward to for months. They had to be up at a very early 4:15 a.m. to catch a bus traveling to Washington D.C. to stand up for life

I am told there was a sea of young and old people alike of over 45,000 from all over the world Marching for Life. They told me this was the most awesome thing they have ever been part of. They just couldn’t believe how amazing it all was. 

   When I picked these two up at 2 this morning after a 10 hour bus ride home, one night in a hotel and two days marching in the freezing rain standing up for a cause they believe in these kids were full of energy, excitement and life.  


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Life is an opportunitybenefit from it. Life is beautyadmire it. Life is bliss, taste it.Life is a dreamrealize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. 


~ Mother Teresa ~ 

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Lessons of a Life Time

Kathryn and Stephen are on their way to Washington D.C.  this morning to the  March for Life rally with a bus load of kids, some parents  and their very amazing youth group leader. 

 I realize my two are going on this trip for many reasons: they want to be with their friends, they want the adventure,  they want to have a good time, and last but not least, they want to stand up for life.  


Little do they know things will not be that simple. Little to they know they are on their way to learn a life time of lessons this weekend.  I admire that they have the guts to not only stand up for what matters in this crazy world of ours, they are fine examples of what our future holds.  

I think – What a privilege it is to be called their mother. 


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When I Grow Up

The morning started with Matthew coming down the stairs at 8:00 A.M. all dressed and ready to go. Ready to go??? Where are you going? I asked. I knew he went to the “Spanish” Mass last night with his friend. And, I also knew he went to his friend’s house to watch a movie after.

 How do I know this you ask? I know the friend’s parents and they told me. 



So anyway, back to this morning: Where are you going I asked? Matthew’s response was, “I’m going to the Soup Kitchen.” I look at him and say very irritated: “I wanted you to take your sister.” He says to me, “Oh! I forgot.” I then go up to his sister’s room and tell her to get ready in a hurry. I then fuss at her about what a mess her room is. I just can’t believe it! 



I go past Matthew and Stephen’s room and see Stephen’s things are in a mess too. The room looks like a bomb went off.  I tell myself, when he comes home from that Young Men’s Discernment Retreat I’m going to really let him have it. 


I go down stairs and I see my teenage children happily getting ready to go and serve the world. I start to ask very irritated again “What time will you be back to clean up your mess?” Instead I look at them and say, “I’ll see you later.”  

As they drive down the driveway I think. . .Gee, What’s wrong with me? These kids are great! My 18 year old son got up and was ready to go out the door at 8:00 on a Sunday morning to serve his fellow man at a Soup Kitchen. He took his 13 year old sister and for the most part they get along. 


That other kid of mine,Stephen, is at a Young Men’s Discernment Retreat: playing, praying and learning about God. Tuesday’s these  young men of mine teach a third grade religion class. There is a Bible Study on Friday nights they can’t wait to get to; they never miss the Youth Group on Sundays.  And now, I see them spending their free time doing things for others.  And I think. . .Where did these kids come from? Their mom is such a witch. GEEEEE!!! I hope when I grow up  I can be more like my kids. 


But, there is just one thing though. I still want them to clean their rooms.