Last Sunday afternoon, we were setting down plates and moving serving dishes from the kitchen to the table. My 8-year-old said, “Mom, why do we only have lunch together on Sundays?” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean, like, we don’t eat lunch together on Saturdays or any other day…we just come in and … Continue reading Lunch.
Category: Abundance
In the land of the living.
On December 21, I went to see Santa. My soon-to-be-8-year-old son wanted to see Santa, so I agreed to wait in line with him. It was so hot. My heavy wool coat was draped over my arm because it was humid in the tropical conservatory at Fredrick Meijer Gardens where Santa was stationed for the … Continue reading In the land of the living.
“I think I’m gonna like it here!” – Annie
When was the last time you encountered something that was way better than you expected? A few weeks ago, we were in Southwest Florida, and decided to visit Lighthouse Beach on Sanibel Island. We entered the tiny parking lot at Lighthouse Beach, to a line of cars driving around and around in a slow circle … Continue reading “I think I’m gonna like it here!” – Annie
The Power of Wanting Less
“Don’t Forget: He has most who needs least. Don’t create needs for yourself.”- Josemaria Escriva, 1928 My husband asked me what I want for Christmas. To “make it easier” for him, I decided to list a bunch of things I would like to have and let him choose what to buy. Immediately the following things … Continue reading The Power of Wanting Less
Sunrise Sacrament
This morning I was reading by lamplight in our cozy living room, with all the curtains closed. My six-year-old son slid across the wood floors toward the front windows, shouting, “Mommy open your curtains! You’re totally missing the sky!” I was totally missing it. “Sky 2020” has been quite a show, especially this fall. The … Continue reading Sunrise Sacrament
Jarritos and Hermitage.
Last week there was an empty Jarritos bottle in the cupholder of my minivan that made me smile every time I saw it. When I saw that bottle, I remembered my son hopping out of the car, guzzling the last inch of fruit punch Jarritos, and saying, “Thanks Mom. Love you,” before dashing back inside … Continue reading Jarritos and Hermitage.
“Don’t you remember our mantle?”
We were driving along in the jeep last Saturday afternoon heading to a corn maze with the boys. I had just heard from our neighbor that someone we both know had been in an accident and was critically hurt in a hospital up north. His wife is a friend of a friend, but I don’t … Continue reading “Don’t you remember our mantle?”