At the suggestion of a friend, I’m linking up with all the other cool cats on the Internet.
Gifts from the Internet
It’s wedding season! We have a wedding this weekend and next and my own wedding anniversary is right around the corner, so weddings and marriage and all good things that follow have been on the mind.
1. The introvert in me loves the idea of a self-designed marriage retreat. I’m in love with this whole concept of crashing at a monastery for the weekend with good marriage literature. Also, one of my faves posted this marriage exercise and I not so secretly wish she would just provide materials for a whole self-directed marriage retreat.
2. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed by all the devotions you can do as a Catholic. Particularly when it comes to novenas. Should I just always be in the midst of a novena? I don’t know. But I think St. Josemaria Escriva’s novena for a happy and faithful marriage would be perfect to pray yearly approaching our anniversary.
3. This. I don’t actually remember it being too bad of a problem at our wedding. Overwhelmingly, it was a joyous and fun day and when we got in the escape car, we high fived and said, “That was an awesome wedding!” But there were certain dumb, petty things, that to this day if I dwell on too long, I want to claw my eyes out. Saint I am not. Tell me I’m not the only one.
4. I always overestimate how much rice to cook, but it’s actually not a problem, because inauthentic fried rice happens to be one of my favorite things to make and eat. I really overestimated rice amounts this week so we had it twice with bacon, leftover asian broccoli slaw, bell peppers, basil, and red onion.
5. My husband’s been on a matcha kick (he even has a legit matcha whisk) but I’m not complaining because it’s as delicious as it is pretty.
6. More luxurious breakfasts were to be had this week including eggs en cocotte with asparagus, shallots, and gooood goat cheese. Although I pretty much drowned the eggs because a spoon of heavy cream registered in my head as half a cup.
7. I’m a bad shopper and don’t ask for help even when I desperately need it but not this week. I marched into Sephora and told the first sales girl I saw that I suck at makeup (choosing it and putting it on) and would she please just walk me through the whole process like the mothers of most thirteen year old’s do. And she did and she was super gracious about the babe wriggling on my lap as she taught me how to fill in my eyebrows without making me look like cartoon character. It felt like a defining moment in my life.
Happy Feast of St. Augustine of Canterbury