Saturday, June 6, 2015. A perfect day to turn nine. Ohthese sweet, tiny babies. Here they are, one day old. What a telling photo of these two treasures. Lydia, calm, peaceful, patient. Frannie, full of passion. Tonight we had a small party and look at these beautiful young ladies now. And a simple, sweet cake f.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014. I gave this day to God. I gave this day to God when I got up, and look,. Look what it birthed! There, up the hill, was. The apple tree, bronze leaves, its fallen apples. Spilling richly down the slope, the way God spilled. His seed into Mary, into us. In her the holy promise. Came to rest in generous soil after a long. Fall How often it ends in gravel, or dry dust. Blackberry patches thorny with distraction. I pray my soul will welcome always that small.

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Raising Play in a Lapst Catholic Country. Here we are, still here in Madrid. I have been busy cooking up baby number two and attempting to keep our simple little life in motion. Yesterday we were running around the courtyard of our apartment and she said, Quick run. the nuns will get you. We spend a lot of time listening to music or NPR at our house. Here are a few favorites. She gave me these feathered breaths.