Productivity - Thy Name is...

Matthew. Just one of my little productivity enhancers. The work I accomplish in a day cannot be measured. The number of loads of laundry I've washed, dried and folded; the floors I've swept; the meals I've prepared; the dishes I've washed - they just don't matter. In 10 years they're not what I'll remember. It's the time I spend with my children. That's what I'll remember and maybe they will too. Lord, I pray that I remember this lesson.

Happy Father's Day

You are such a great father to our children. I love the way you play with them and the way you laugh about what they say and do. It's so great to share these everyday, extraordinary events with you. We really had no clue all those years ago where this would lead. It's been so good. And although things may get bumpy ahead I couldn't have asked for anyone better to see it through. I'm so glad that God looks after the details! Happy Father's day, honey. You're the B-E-S-T.

Moving is Good for the Soul - really

Moving is good for the soul. Really. It is. Okay, so I'm not convinced. We are certainly moving so I'd better find something beneficial in it.
Truly, I must say it is very good to declutter and I'm doing that in a big way. Please don't tell my kids. If they only knew what I've tossed (the little pack rats). Their reaction would probably be similar to mine if I only knew what Justin has tossed! There is an urgency to declutter, when given a deadline to meet that truly decreases one's attachment to material things. Maybe that's how I need to view my life of grace - as something more urgent. I give lip service; but how convinced am I? A change in attitude would permit a growth in detachment and a focus on what's really important. If I only knew the deadline!

Poof!

Alexander is constantly running out of pants. This is due mostly to a bit of fastidiousness that runs in his veins. The slightest smear or the smallest drop of water can touch his clothing and instantly it is dirty and is discarded. You can follow his movements through the house by the trail of clothing. Yesterday, we were on our way to Mass and I insisted that he put on pants. To which he responded "they're all gone, Mama. Poof! They just disappeared!" How do you not laugh in the face of such earnestness?

What Am I doing?!?!

I am starting a blog. Obviously. Amongst everything else that is happening right now. It is my hope that I'll be able to hone my writing a bit and maybe there will be a small element of escapism. Plus I think that this will be a great place to store memories.