Circling Back

During the homily at Mass this week, I sat and watched my toddler happily keeping himself busy in our church lobby when it suddenly occurred to me - he doesn't have a pull-up on.  This was completely unintentional, and although he's been doing well at home the past couple of weeks, we have yet to venture out in public without the added security of some kind of disposable (and leak-proof) undergarments.  Realizing my error, I asked my daughter (8) if she would hold the baby so I could take him to the bathroom.  "I'll take David to the bathroom," she offered, and I watched her sweetly take him by the hand and walk her brother to the washroom.  And he officially made it through his first trip out with no mistakes.

And The Word Became Flesh

We say the Angelus before Grace at every meal, but like so many other prayers I often find myself just rattling off the words without much thought.  Not so this past Saturday.  Let me set the scene.

The Hem of His Garment

My life is...overwhelming.  Happy, of course.  Blessed, and full of joy.  I have always wanted a big family, and I knew it would come with its own struggles.  And yet, that doesn't lessen their impact.  Living day in and day out with the intensity that comes with a large family can be draining.  It can be difficult to keep your gaze on Christ.