On Friday when I did not feel well I said to my three youngest children. How about if you guys make the macaroni and cheese for dinner since I don't feel well. Much groaning and whining. Not in the mood for an argument or lecture I just said quietly, "I always take care of you guys when you're sick." Their response? "Yeah. You take care of us!" OK, I thought. I have no energy for an argument. Maybe I'll talk to them another time about sacrificing for others, etc.

After a few minutes I thought I heard some pans moving in the kitchen. Next, my daughter came upstairs with a few questions about noodle equivalent measurements... They were making the mac and cheese without actually being told to do it. I told them I was so proud of them I wanted to take their picture. They thought that was pretty funny, as you can see in the picture. Anyway, they made it and it was good.

Now for my disclaimer: On my blog, I only talk about the good and the positive in regard to my family. What I write about is very selective. I don't air our dirty laundry here. We have "stuff" just like all families do. We're just a group of imperfect human beings trying to do God's will, sometimes succeeding, sometimes failing. Never perfect......just so you know (smile).

I'm sitting around in my pajamas feeling yucky. The girls walked up to the dollar store to get me a coke. That was nice.

Hope you're all having a good day....

I am sooo tired. 11-12 year old swim championships went from 9 to about 1 today. Then, 9-10 dive championships from 2 until about 7:30.

I'm exhausted. Still, the day was fun too. We belong to a neighborhood pool. All my children have learned to swim by being on this swim team. Most of the swimmers live in the neighborhood. It's a nice community activity. And my kids can walk to the pool!!! Yea!

We have a storm coming in tonight. I'm going to bed. I love a good thunderstorm when everyone is home and safe.

Here is Liz in her latest "disguise" as Hermione of Harry Potter fame. She was on her way to a Harry Potter fun day at our neighborhood pool.(despite the long coat and scarf).

My children are really enjoying the Harry Potter books. We have three copies of the latest book and all are finished. My seventeen year old waited in line at Borders at midnight and then heard you could buy it at Krogers with no line. He and his friends went to Krogers, bought their copies, went through the Wendy's drive-thru, and started reading in the parking lot. Well, I guess several teenagers sitting in a parking lot, all quietly looking at their laps looks suspicious. A police car pulled up behind them with its lights flashing!!!! The officer came up to the car and asked what they were doing. They explained they had just gotten something to eat and were reading their new Harry Potter books. Did he want them to leave? He burst out laughing and said no, they were fine. LOL

I'm sure someone will say I am not really Catholic for allowing my children to read Harry Potter. I have seen no harm come from it. They seem to be imaginative and intriguing stories (although admittedly a little dark). And there is clearly something very good coming from the phenomenom. We have children and young people of all ages sitting down with a 759 page book!!! (Not a video! Not a computer game! A book!!!!! Yea!)

This is my daughter Elizabeth who will be in sixth grade this Fall and these are the actual glasses that I wore at her age. I really did wear these things. LOL They were my first glasses. I was only slightly near-sighted but boy what a difference it made to look through these glasses. I remember so enjoying looking at the trees in the distance and being able to see so much detail in the leaves. My prescription is not much different now, and I still always wear them when I'm outside so I can see the glory of God's creation in as much detail as possible.

I was at my parents' house today, organizing some things, throwing other things out, etc. We're just starting to scratch the surface of the enormous job of clearing out the house. I opened my old dresser drawer to see these lovely glasses sitting right there in the front. "My glasses!" I said out loud and started laughing. It was nice comic relief from the bittersweet flow of memories mixed with sorrow. All by myself, I had a lot of tears, a few laughs, and many moments of sweet, silent smiling....

But, hey, how about these glasses....

Last week Deacon Steve from our parish gave the homily. It was his last Mass as deacon at our parish, Christ the King. He is being transferred. (I realize this should have been last week's post:-)

The Gospel was about the good Samaritan. Deacon Steve gave a very insightful analysis of the symbolism in the story. But what really struck me was his final words to the people of our parish.

"GOODBYE For twenty five years you have been my neighbors, my friends and my sisters and brothers. I hope that I have served you well and loved you with the love of Christ! If I’ve succeeded - thank God and remember to occasionally pray for me. If I’ve failed - Please forgive me, thank God that I am leaving - and please remember to pray for me! To all of you whom Jesus the divine samaritan has treated with mercy, GO AND DO LIKEWISE!"

I immediately thought of the time some five and a half years ago when Deacon Steve blessed my family with an action of true charity. My sister-in-law had been suffering for over four years with breast cancer. She was approaching death. My friend Ann K. who some of you may have read about in Kitchen Madonna's recent apron giveaway, asked if Linda would be open to having some people from our parish come to pray over her. (Ann, who had lost the baby Stella Marie was the winner of the apron:-) She asked several people if they would come, including Deacon Steve. Steve had never met Linda. She was not Catholic, and she lived over an hour away from here. But he agreed to come.

Linda was very sick. We prayed over her from some time. Steve talked to her about a lot of things. Linda was very moved. Then we prayed over her mother who was also present. She was also very moved. Linda died a few weeks later. My brother and Linda's mother still occasionally mention this visit. I am not surprised.

Linda was a wounded neighbor by the side of the road. Deacon Steve did not even know her. But he knew she was a neighbor in need of help. He spent a whole afternoon loving his neighbor whom he had never met-- just a stranger in need of help.

Deacon Steve, you have indeed served us well and loved us with the love of Christ. May God bless you, your family, and all of your work. You can read some of Deacon Steve's wisdom at his blog, I Am Not Ashamed Of The Gospel.

A new Apple store is opening in our local mall tomorrow. I have never used an Apple computer and I'm thinking of going in to check them out. Everything I've heard or read about them sounds so positive. Course, if I go look at them I might decide I just HAVE to have one, right?

Maybe I'll just go in to enter my name in the many drawings they're having on their opening day. That would be the only reason. Or would it?

OK. I'm not trying to get excessive attention for my wedding anniversary, but I just figured out how to scan this picture and get it posted by a different route. This is my wedding picture! (Case you hadn't figured that out. LOL

Today is my twenty-seventh wedding anniversary.

We were married at the Shrine of the Little Flower in Royal Oak. It was very, very hot that day.
I wanted to post one of my wedding pictures.....well, maybe I'll try. (This is so frustrating. For the second day in a row I've spent so much time trying to scan and then post a picture. I've done it before. Just don't know what I'm doing wrong this time and no kids around to help.)

Anyway.... maybe I'll be able to post a picture tomorrow. I'm pretty tired.

My husband bought me red roses and I baked him his favorite dutch apple pie. We went out for dinner and came home for dessert.

Twenty-seven years. Could I be that old??

Twenty-three years ago today I became a mother. Michael was born. What an amazing moment that was. I remember feeling that everything I had ever experienced before seemed trivial in comparison.

It was my intention to go back to work after his birth. I took one look at him and decided it was completely out of the question. There was no way I could leave him. I guess I had just been completely clueless about motherhood. I had no idea what the bond and the love would be like. Suddenly there was another person in the world for whom I would do anything. I have tried to scan a baby picture of Mike to post here but no luck.

Everyone was home for dinner tonight. How delightful it is to look around the table and see the whole family.

So Happy Happy Birthday, Mike!!! We are so proud of the man you have become, all you have done, and all you are setting out to do. May God bless you today and always. I thank Him for the priviledge of being your mom!

Oh my goodness, the party was so much fun. I had fun, anyway, and it looked like everyone else did too. We had a big turnout, perfect weather (sunny and mild), and plenty of food. Our neighbor lent us all their patio furniture so we had plenty of room to spread out and sit and eat. Kids were on the trampoline, on the swings, playing basketball at our driveway net, and playing volleyball in the front yard. From 9 to 11 we had our neighborhood pool rented and even though it wasn't real hot, all the kids went down and swam. Some even came back after swimming and took a sauna and ate leftovers.

Our guests seemed to feel comfortable and most stayed quite a while and chatted and ate. I love that.

Wish you all had been there!!! (Well, I know a couple of "you" actually were. Thanks for coming!)

We are having a graduation open house for my high school graduate.
I'm wondering if this is just a custom in the Midwest or if it's all across the country. When I was in high school we might have a kid-party for the teens-- you know, chips, pop, etc. That's it. The family might go out to dinner and the graduate given a card and a check that was somewhat more than what you would get for a birthday.

Now we have graduation open houses where large numbers of people are invited. Many adults bring cards and checks. Lots of food is provided. Some people rent tents. It looks like a small (or even not so small) wedding reception at home. It seems overdone to me. We're having one because it is so customary here that I think my graduates would feel a little neglected and left out if we were the only family to not provide one. (OK, I have bowed to peer pressure:-)

High school graduation is not a sacrament. It's not a wedding reception. It's not a college graduation, which ironically around here is celebrated the way HS graduations used to be celebrated-- maybe a nice dinner with family and perhaps a larger than usual gift or check. The college graduation is really much more of an achievement to be honored... hmmm. I have pondered what started all this.

Someone pointed out to me that it is a kind of rite of passage. This is when many people leave home for the first time. Relationships will change for the graduate. New expectations of responsibility will begin. True enough.

Anyway, we are frantically preparing for this party. The great thing is we're getting all kinds of things done on the house that otherwise would have been put off. Some people rent tents and tables and chairs around here. I draw the line on that. It's not a wedding reception. If it rains, people will have to try to squeeze into our not-so-very-big-house. If they are uncomfortably crowded, they'll leave.

My prayer is that through the intercession of that champion of hospitality, my friend Saint Martha, the guests at this party will feel welcomed and comfortable, that they will enjoy the refreshments that we will provide (and that we will have enough), that the Lord's grace would fill our home and our yard and that everyone, especially our son John, will feel well loved.... (and that I will be gentle kind and loving during the whole preparation process :-)