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Forgiven

Forgiven

Today my 7 1/2 year old love fairy, Phoebe, received the Sacrament of Reconciliation for the first time. Yep, we’re Catholic. Or at least I am. And our kids are being raised Catholic. With my husband’s blessing of course.  What I’ve come to realize over my lifetime is that a lot of people find this confessional thing kinda weird. The most common thing I hear is – “Why do you need to tell a priest your sins? Why not just talk to God on your own?” And honestly, I kinda get it. It is kinda weird. Walking into a small box of a confessional...
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The Greatest Story Ever Told

As I sit here working on my Christmas cards that I’ve had sitting here for almost two weeks but still have not sent, I decided that this post that I wrote last year at this time was one that I needed to read again…. and then after reading it, I decided I would share it again here…. Image Credit A newborn swaddled babe lying on a bed of hay in a manger surrounded by goats and cows and sheep, a virgin mother, a carpenter, three wise men, and one incredible holy star telling the tale to faraway lands. I keep forgetting to ponder this story for a...
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I’m Thinking About A Miracle on My

So yeah. It’s my birthday today. But ever since a certain soul slipped into the world five years ago yesterday, I’m usually thinking about her this time of year. Some of you may remember one of my very best friends, Karen, who used to grace the Moms Without Blogs space fairly regularly. That was when I had more energy and I would bug my mom without blogs friends to use this space for their creative musings.  Now, I can barely organize myself to keep on a regular writing schedule so I’ve given up on trying to coerce my friends. But they know they are...
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My Boy

We had been living in limbo for too long it seemed. It was late Spring 2006 and our second-born, our Phoebes, was going to turn 2 in July. The last two years had been the hardest we had ever lived as a couple. The foundation we had started building together since the oh so young age of 23 had crumbled beneath our hearts. It shook us to the core and left us dazed as we stood looking at images in our mirrors that no longer resembled our former selves. When I look back at it now, I am amazed at how lost we were. How lost I was. How I literally lost myself to motherhood....
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Faith Spring – A You Capture Editi

Spring: (n) A source, origin, a beginning •••••••••••••• I had no idea I would feel the way I did. That I would be standing there looking at my firstborn in her First Holy Communion dress walk down the aisle with her classmates and I would become overwhelmed with emotion. That I would not be able to stop the tears from streaming down my face when I saw her face framed by the exact same veil I wore so many years ago. The significance of the occasion struck me like a bolt of lightning and I felt the weight of the moment run through...
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Conversations with my Kid – Talkin

The memory is vivid. I am standing in my jammies at the end of our hallway. I am leaning against the corner of the wall peering into the living room and I am hidden from my parents’ view. They are sitting on our yellowish-flowery 1960’s sofa cuddled close looking happy. The glow of the television flickers on their faces. I stare at them. Loving them. Needing them. And my five-year-old brain is riddled with fear. “I don’t ever ever want my parents to die,” I think. It’s the scariest thought I have ever had in my entire...
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The Greatest Story Ever Told

Image Credit A newborn swaddled babe lying on a bed of hay in a manger surrounded by goats and cows and sheep, a virgin mother, a carpenter, three wise men, and one incredible holy star telling the tale to faraway lands. I keep forgetting to ponder this story for a second in the midst of all that Christmas is to a mama of three young kids. Creating the magic…building the backdrop….setting the stage so Christmas morn will be all they hoped it would be and all that I need it to be. And being a blogger and twitterer during Christmas prep is like living in a...
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Oil of Olay is the Secret to Beautiful S

Written by Lee At least that’s what my grandma would tell me. Her skin was awesome. Sure it looked kinda like it had been around for a while. Hell, she was 90 but I’ll tell you, her skin was sooooo soft and really? Had minimal wrinkles. I always told her that I hoped I looked as good as she did when I was 90. But I guess to look that good, I need to start using Oil of Olay. And I haven’t. What’s my problem? Two years ago today, my grandma Anne, less than two months shy of 91, slipped away from us and headed to the next world. She was so...
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Craigslist, Good People, and Dave Matthe

Written by Lee I’ve written before in this post about strangers how I generally have a clean slate mentality about people in life.  Like why not give them the benefit of the doubt? Like most people cruising around the world truly are good people so why not operate from that belief instead of assuming that people are out to screw you.   Well, even though I try to put my clean slate foot forward, there have been plenty of instances where life has thrown me a curve ball and I realize that my trusting instinct has become jaded. In my recent Expressing Motherhood...
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Hanging with Strangers

Written by Lee I’m a clean slate kind of person.  I believe that most everyone deserves a clean slate. Meaning when I first meet someone I assume the best.  That they are cool. They can be trusted. And that they will be nice to me.   Call me smart or call me stupid.  You decide. It’s just that I’ve found that if I operate from this mental and emotional place, I feel that adventures open up to me.  And I’m all about adventures in life.  Why the hell not?  What else is there to do? I want my life’s memory to include many random...

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