As promised, a little info on what the heck we've been up to these last couple of weeks.
We spent our Christmas week in Minneapolis crammed into my parents small abode with them and my sister who was in town for the week too. We were packed in pretty tight, but had a great time. Ana especially enjoyed spending time with her aunt Mary, who, incidentally, surprises me with how good she is with kids since neither of us babysat much plus she's the youngest of the three so she didn't get any baby sibling to practice with when she was a kid.
Anyhoo, on Christmas morning, after oversleeping, we trotted our little heinies to Mass at Nativity of Our Lord in St. Paul, our old parish. It was wonderful to be back there. I love our parish in Ghent, but I think Nativity will always feel like returning to mom and dads house. Comforting and safe.
Later that week, Dan and I attended our good friends Tim and Liz' wedding at the Cathedral of St. Paul. This was a celebration par excellance for two reasons. One, Dan fondly refers to Tim as the Premiere Procrastinator. These two guys spent the last three years going through grad school together. And it never failed that Dan would get a phone call the night before they were to share a ride to Green Bay, Tim explaining that he still had three papers to write.
Oy.
This tendency to put things off, and off, and off spills into his ... ahem ... personal life. Thankfully Liz has infinite patience. You can't say she didn't know what she was getting herself into when she said yes when he finally proposed.
The wedding was a long time coming, and a big sigh of relief for many, myself included. Tim finally decided that enough was enough and both parties beamed the entire day knowing that they were where God wanted them to be. It was beautiful.
Second, it is always a privilege to attend a wedding where the couple knows what they are doing. I don't mean that they don't stumble over their vows or stand up at the wrong time. I mean they understand the gravity of the wedding vows and what it means to sacrifice oneself for the good of another as we see in the example of what Christ did for us.
There were so many other wonderful things that we did over the last few weeks. Like visiting with old friends and growing a baby who is feeling way to big for this tiny abdomen. But, for the sake of being brief, I'll end it here.
Taa for now.
2 comments:
You didn't think I'd be good with kids??? What the heck?
As another youngest of three, I've got to add that I think the youngest child is often the best sympathizer with children. We remember what it was like to be left out and are less likely to find children annoying (since we always were the annoyers).
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