Ordinary time

Ordinary time

Advent is quickly approaching. It’s a time of preparation, of waiting, of anticipation. It’s as if we spend the month holding our breaths — waiting for the sweetest exhalation in seeing our Savior born humbly into the arms of our Blessed Mother and inhaling the deepest joy in His coming into the world.

But ordinary time — that’s my sweet spot. It’s the everyday sweet of simply being. It’s not my time of deep introspection and examination or reevaluation and coming into something new. It’s my time to just be with the Lord as He walks with me through this life. It is the daily grind and the fought bed times and the piles of laundry and the unanswered emails and the grocery shopping and the appointments.

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A Friday at home

Fridays have become a special day for the kids and me. I don't work on Fridays and Emma does not have school. Emma, Henry, and I get to spend the day together and while sometimes two kids feels like twenty, the simple moments in between diaper changes, snack making, and crumb vacuuming have become some of my favorites.

On a gloomy and rainy day like today I feel no guilt about staying inside in our PJs all day. We have done art projects, made blanket forts, watched Mickey Mouse clubhouse, and danced around to Christmas carols.

I captured a few of these moments on my good camera and it makes me realize that although I am up to my eyeballs in the messiness of motherhood, my heart is overflowing with gratitude, love, and purest joy. 

Happy Friday indeed.