Once I quit thinking of it as “I have to get up and lose so much sleep”, things were much more bearable.
Being “Mom” is absolutely magical.
Pregnancy after miscarriage is a strange thing. It's bittersweet, but you have to hold onto any sweetness you can, since sometimes there's no getting rid of the bitter part.
Okay, okay, I know the title sounds cliche, but I mean it. Max and I just passed the two year anniversary of first speaking to each other on CatholicMatch, so the dynamics of marriage were on my mind. One of the best pieces of relationship advice I'd heard was the above. I was already doing …
Since a lot of engagements and such often take place around Valentine's Day, I thought this would be a good time to talk about my experience with my engagement/wedding ring.
I heard so many people say that we were going to have a hard time in the first year. So many people said I didn't know what I was getting into, getting married so quickly. I was frequently told I didn't have a real relationship with my then-fiancé if we hadn't had a screaming fight. We were told we were too young, too hasty, even foolish.
Exactly one year ago today, my now-husband and I were betrothed. Saying that to most people always elicits a question about betrothal in the first place. Usually, there's a conflation of betrothal and engagement. However, they're actually pretty different.
Are we really being grateful? I feel like that's a question many of us ask ourselves. “I should be grateful for what I have,” I tell myself. “My life is good. So what if I don’t have everything I want?” “Don’t some people have it worse?” Isn’t that the most common way we make ourselves feel bad for our desires? Of course some people have it worse, but that's not really the point.
Fair warning for any non-Catholic reading my blog. This is a very Catholic post, as I'm a very Catholic woman. This title is the goal of many Catholic women. For those of us who aren't called the religious life with a vocation as a nun, many of us anxiously await to find our future husband. I've found mine, which means I am removed from this search, but I still vividly remember it, since I am only recently married and only met my husband just over a year ago.
A cliche title this year, I know. But we've had other "worst years" before. There were plenty of people who hated 2016, whether for the political climate or the fact that there were clowns running around frightening people. Or maybe they just had a bad year, everything seemed to go wrong for them. 2020 has …