Mama-luia

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes, Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear." I recall. . . that cry. The first cry of my son. that moment of complete stillness when I first saw him. Complete love coming over me, and yet disbelief; how could I have borne a being so beautiful, so perfect? Simultaneously feeling in awe, feeling overwhelmed, and feeling "connected" to every other mother in a new and sacred way up late at night, nursing, nursing, nursing up late at night, just gazing, gazing, gazing seeing my husband change instantly into a father, and a wonderful one at that his tiny baby clothes. How I love each outfit so much still that beautiful coo as he watched the ceiling fan turn round and round how he would wriggle so happily when I would sing to him watching him fall asleep at my breast being in awe of his tiny hands and tiny toes being told over and over "enjoy these moments, they grow up so fast"....

I can't believe we're in the Easter season already. It has been an amazing Easter for our family, as it was Noah's first out of the womb (mind you he was born during the Octave last year). We began Holy Week with a lovely potluck with a group of families on Palm Sunday after a beautiful Mass that morning**. We get together every month to say a Rosary, share a meal and have fellowship (by the way, I detest "fellowship" as a verb. Ugh). It was wonderful for Noah to see all these children -- some 25, I think -- all happily playing and praying. He loves studying other kids. Holy Week continued as an holy, ordinary week in our lives -- Lifesite-writing, dish-washing, diaper-changing, meal-eating. Yet we knew something powerful was happening. Holy Thursday was wonderful. It started off awkwardly as we left in plenty of time to go to Mass at our parish, only to find out the time in the bulletin was wrong! We were there at 7:20 for at 8pm Mass, and it turns out, M...