So my resolution this year was to write more. I’m happy when I write, it fills something that soothes and comforts, not to mention the past year we’ve had begs to be written down, not for anyone but myself and my family, but it must be writtten.
It’s February. So, yeah, you can see how good I am at resolutions (I’ve resolved to lose weight for years and years, I’m still fat.) but I’m trying.
The past year saw my oldest attend her first year of college, apply, get accepted to and begin religious life at the Dominican Sisters of Saint Cecelia, come home from said convent and restart life here, changing a college major and life direction. Religious life is not completely written off, but it’s on the back burner.
The past year saw my boys grow and change so much that now one of them is taller than I am and his voice so changed as to be nearly foreign to my ears. They are all big brothers as well. We got pregnant, unexpectedly, in March as well. That was the beginning of a season I would never have imagined, that tested my faith in ways I’ve not experienced before. I need to start there. My blog will become a bit of a chronology of our experiences with Lucy. I need to get it out, write it out, sort it out. Eventually we’ll be done with that and I can write of other things, but for now, I’m writing about Lucy. About her story and our miracle.
Today, I’ve got kids that need teaching and feeding and loving.