On my way home from morning Mass, I picked some flowers along the way. I adorned Our Lady of Montserrat with it.
As you well know, anything can happen in a house full of children. When I glanced upon Our Lady again, I saw this:
I can’t stop laughing. She turned into an African queen! It was Sasha’s doing and she thought it wasn’t funny at all.
Children have fresh ways of looking at things.
I found this little cute wall art in the art deco shop close to our house.
I can totally relate. Can’t stop laughing in the inside.
But. I’m getting an exceptional treat this weekend. I’ve patiently waited for almost three years. I’m attending my silent retreat.
Oh dear Lord, that sounds so good.
I feel good. I feel God.
Pray for me as I pray for you and your families.
And please say a prayer for Elmer, it’s his birthday tomorrow, Feast of San Joaquin and Anna.
“They tie you down,” a woman said,
Whose cheeks should have been flaming red
With shame to speak of children so.
“When babies come you cannot go
In search of pleasure with your friends,
And all your happy wandering ends.
The things you like you cannot do,
For babies make a slave of you.”
I looked at her and said: “‘Tis true
That children make a slave of you,
And tie you down with many a knot,
But have you never thought to what
It is of happiness and pride
That little babies have you tied?
Do you not miss the greater joys
That come with little girls and boys?
“They tie you down to laughter rare,
To hours of smiles and hours of care,
To nights of watching and to fears;
Sometimes they tie you down to tears
And then repay you with a smile,
And make your trouble all worth while.
They tie you fast to chubby feet,
And cheeks of pink and kisses sweet.
“They fasten you with cords of love
To God divine, who reigns above.
They tie you, whereso’er you roam,
Unto the little place called home;
And over sea or railroad track
They tug at you to bring you back.
The happiest people in the town
Are those the babies have tied down.
“Oh, go your selfish way and free,
But hampered I would rather be,
Yes rather than a kingly crown
I would be, what you term, tied down;
Tied down to dancing eyes and charms,
Held fast by chubby, dimpled arms,
The fettered slave of girl and boy,
And win from them earth’s finest joy.”
-Edgar A. Guest