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 …
wanted to talk about how I met my husband, Max. We met online on Catholic Match, in April of 2019. Dating apps like Tinder have been very popular within the last several years. But traditional Catholics like myself aren't likely to find the spouse they're looking for on apps that depend more on superficiality and the pleasure of trivial encounters with the opposite sex. However, sometimes the internet is where young Catholics have to turn, in order to find a spouse. Personally, I was very skeptical of online dating in general, at first. I knew of one friend who had found love over the internet, but others I knew had been unsuccessful and I'd heard enough horror stories on the internet to be concerned about who might be on such a website.
For those of you who know me, you may be aware I got married one month ago. The road to marriage for us has been a wonderful one, though not without its obstacles, from outside our relationship rather than within. Our wedding was an Extraordinary Form Tridentine High Mass, by which I mean: we're Catholic, …