Last week was staycation thus the blogging silence, but it was a heavy-hearted one with all the turmoil in our country. I found this to be a good reminder that even when you’re at a loss for words and just hold your baby and quietly pray for peace, it’s okay to delight in the slobbery kisses he plants all over your face.
Painting: Vase of Roses, Henri Fantin Latour, 1872
From today’s Mass readings on this feast of Saints Peter and Paul. Witnessing the fragility of life particularly through the lens of motherhood easily makes me fearful of death. But that’s why we have the stories of the martyrs who teach us by their example to look to Him always that we may one day be together in eternity radiant with joy.
Painting: Cloud Study, John Constable, 1822
Inspired by last night’s clubbing adventures…bookclubbing that is.
Painting: Alfred Bierstadt, In the Mountains
Any time a couple puts a cow creamer on their wedding registry, I will always purchase it for them in honor of the great P.G.W.
Shared with me by a dear friend. Also, this one’s staying up over my babe’s crib since it’s by one of his patrons.
Belated words for Mother’s Day.
In honor of his feast two days ago.