Monday, March 26, 2012

Duchesss Kate Didn't Get the Memo

Another day on the job and in her first public speaking engagement as a royal, Prince William's wife, the Duchess of Cambridge, wore a cross around her neck.

The significance?

Nine days earlier, the British government stated their citizens had no right to wear a cross, a prominient sign of the Christian faith, to work in public.
Last year it emerged that Mrs Eweida, a British Airways worker, and Mrs Chaplin, a nurse, had taken their fight to the European Court in Strasbourg after both faced disciplinary action for wearing a cross at work.
Mrs Eweida’s case dates from 2006 when she was suspended for refusing to take off the cross which her employers claimed breached BA’s uniform code.
The 61 year-old, from Twickenham, is a Coptic Christian who argued that BA allowed members of other faiths to wear religious garments and symbols.
 Andrea Williams, the director of the Christian Legal Centre, said: “It is extraordinary that a Conservative government should argue that the wearing of a cross is not a generally recognised practice of the Christian faith.
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“In recent months the courts have refused to recognise the wearing of a cross, belief in marriage between a man and a woman and Sundays as a day of worship as ‘core’ expressions of the Christian faith.
"What next? Will our courts overrule the Ten Commandments?”

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And so the British government allows the workplace to dictate that Christians Have No Right to Wear the Cross.

Yet Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge, did just that.
Go, Kate!!!
Go watch the video of her speech: Duchess's Speech

Monday, March 19, 2012

St. Joseph's Tool Box and Tiers of Prayers

For the past month (and especially the past nine days) I've been praying the St. Joseph Novena . It began with a prayer intention for my oldest son and his bride who are getting married next month. That's how it began but, much like a traditional St. Joseph Altar, my prayer requests started to fill every nook and cranny, every platter and bowl, every votive candle holder and flower vase; until my tiers of prayer threatened to topple over.
{St. Joseph Table 2012}
And still I prayed.

My youngest daughter crawled next to me in bed one morning and I coddled her with one arm while holding my prayer book in the other hand. I asked for her input. Had I forgotten anyone? Often a child will remind you of the smallest intentions which are like the fava bean sanctioned upon the most abundant altar. Their being is just as important as they rest of the feast. Perhaps more so. Without them the people in Sicily would have starved before the harvest.

Thursday night, I received a quiet text from my future daughter in law. Part of my prayer request for my son seemed to have gotten lost among the cakes and cookies, palms and candles.  St. Joseph must have missed that one.

Still, I continued to pray. I could not lose faith. There were too many important requests out there. Certainly St. Joseph would hear one request...even if just one. If his tool box was too full of the prayer requests of others, still, he would have room for at least one of mine and he would tuck that request into his tool box and bring it to his Son.
So I prayed into the night. My novena book never left my bedside.

And still we wait for prayers whispered, prayers prayed, prayers offered. Now it's between St. Joseph and his Son. I'm sure the conversation is intense. :-)
{St. Joseph Table @ our church 2012}
Dawn's boys spent the day with Fun Feast Day foods and new signs of spring

Here's some ready-to-go recipes for St. Joseph's Feast Day Fare

Pope Benedict XVI celebrates his feast day

Trinity Acres says they had a "modest" St. Joseph Altar but I think it looks perfectly beautiful.

A wonderful article showing how St. Joseph Sanctified his Work in the Crafting

Awesome Reflection of St. Joseph as The Good Father

One Last Tag...You can't go wrong when you visit Catholic Cuisine for all Feast Day Celebrations
{Table in Memory of Our Deceased Parishioners}
How did you celebrate the Feast Day of St. Joseph?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Spring Smiles :: Park Picnics and Play Dates

 I started to load these pictures to Facebook then stopped myself. They get lost in the mobile uploads there. It just isn't "special" enough a place.  So, if you don't mind me sharing something that makes me smile every spring, I hope it brings a soft breeze and the feel of barefeet into your own backyard. :-)
We've had a lot of rain lately in SW Louisiana, mostly on weekends.
Weekdays fare much better.
This past Thursday demanded that I spread a picnic blanket over that afternoon on my planner calendar and claim it as a Picnic at the Park.
I phoned texted a couple of friends to join us.

Spring springs flowers and growing clover, overgrown lawns and lawnmower repairs, puffy clouds and flying insects, pollen and frequent car washes.

My winter baby has other thoughts. She says spring has too many bees, too many wasps, and...ACHOO!!!...too many wheezes. Lol

I guess everyone prefers their birthday season the best.
And that's ok; that's as it should be. :-)

For now we are in spring and spring is my season. My birthday is in April and is connected forever in my mind with wild flowers, barefeet, soft breezes, and Easter eggs.
Every April God sends me flowers. I'm a lucky girl.

This season is mine and my heartiest desire is to share it with my family and friends and you.

I want everyone to shake the cloak of winter off their shoulders, kick of their shoes, and lie on a blanket in the sun.

Ok, so I'm not a dance-in-the-flowers kinda girl; but I LOVE picnic blankets and picnic lunches. :-)

I want my winter baby to see the delights of spring as much as I've raised her to clap her hands over Christmas lights. I want her to taste the goodness of a popsicle dripping down the palm of her hand as much as she relishes hot cocoa and marshmallows in front of a fireplace.
Which is why spring pulls me outdoors. I want to breath and embrace the world God delivered me into. I want to wrap myself in it and linger and give thanks.

Give thanks for friends who are willing to drop everything and meet us at the park.
Give thanks for swinging girls...

...and baby boys eating Cheetos.
Sometimes we have to demand that life stops...if only for a few let us breath and play and make this spinning world pause inside of its dizzy orbit.
We need to cage these moments so they don't blow away in a midnight sky but, rather, cling to the playset poles like pollen and stick to the picnic blanket like brittle leaves mulching the ground.

Picnic blankets!
Picnic baskets!
Picnic tables!
Buttercups and wild flowers!
Clover wreaths, chains, and necklaces!
Open Snow Cone Stands!
Streetside Lemonade Stands!
Ice cream trucks!
Little Red Wagons!

And naps. Quiet naps on the swing when the day is done.

 “The world is so full of a number of things, I 'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, March 16, 2012

A Writer's View from the Tree (and Our Vision)

People who think writing is a gift usually aren't writers.

Writing is hard.

It's knowing that when you step out of the shower the words that sprayed from the nozzle so beautifully will drip to the floor and pool around your feet in a muddled pool of nothingness. Once wiped, they are gone.

It's a hunter trying to aim at an escapable squirrel leaping from tree to tree. It's a trainer holding a steady whip while prompting tigers to sit in a straight row, knowing it's next to impossible if those tigers aren't trained well. It's a farmer looking across an empty wheat field and seeing it hidden in fog and buried in dirt. It's a painter trying to paint God's creation on blank white. It's a mother looking into the unfathomable face of her newborn baby trying to know his mind, his heart, his soul and, when nothing reveals itself, she simply embraces the mystery and kisses the depth of it in total surrender.

It's a lone man climbing a tree in order to hear One Voice among many.

Ann Voskamp says that writing is "...a handicap, this scratching it down. Some folks understand their life in the living it—I can only see it, understand it, in the second living of it: the writing of it. Thus, why I keep blogging."  (Eucharisteo)

That clearly defines one reason I still blog after eight Januarys of learning something new.

It also tells me why I go through life not being able to properly express my thoughts without an pen in hand and, even then, the ink flows slowly, blotted, clumped, riddled.

Like Moses' stuttering tongue, writing is a handicap.

For some of us it's our way of trying to touch, hear, and see what is otherwise escapable, untrained, hidden in fog, buried in dark, unmarked on canvas, and unfathomable in the depths of its mystery. It's our way of trying to understand what's going on around us. It's our way of trying to speak loud enough when all God has graced us with is a whisper.

It's being Zacchaeus in a loud, crowded world full of voices and questions. It's Zacchaeus trying to climb out of the way yet wanting to know what's going on in the same breath. It's Zacchaeus, despite his short stature, trying to see directly into the eye of the crowd. It's Zacchaeus in a tree trying to keep his eye on the one true Voice that graced the earth while so many voices, obstacles, and opinions block his view.

It's knowing that climbing a tree in our crippled state is nothing compared to the way Christ hung from a tree in his crucified state.

Ann writes: "Honestly, writing words for me is this startling experience of meeting the Word."

Writing should be, for all writers, a way to get other people to look towards the Word...even if it means leaving the crowded streets, climbing high into the branches of a sycamore tree, and looking down so that our eyes can behold Jesus and our ears can hear his message.

Let us never lose sight of that responsibility despite our handicap. That sight is what gives us our vision.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

God's Truth Is Not Our Truth

God's Truth is not our truth.

Our truths are tainted with good relationships and bad relationships. Vaniety, pride, lack of confidence and over-confidence bully their way into our truths. Our truths are objective to good experiences and bad experiences. They are wavered by kind words and unkind words. Gossip and silence mingle through our perception of the truth. Wealth and poverty dictate to us our truths.

Our truths are seldom truthful.

"One of the ways in which we carry out the age-old human temptation to "become like gods" is to appoint ourselves judges of the universe and all that are in it, including ourselves and others. Yet our judgments are inevitably flawed by selfishness. It is better to leave all judging in God's hands..." (Magnificat)

Our truths are seldom spiritual truths. They are too flawed by our emotions, our way of life, our hormones, our past experiences, our fallen nature, and what side of the bed we planted our feet.

That is why we must always place our truths on the Gospel and prayer. Spiritual directors are key in discerning truths and guiding us to discern them. Everyone believes they have and speak the Truth. Few actually do.

Prayer is the chain that links us from earth to heaven. There are kinks in that chain, flawed perfections, strong links, weak links, and broken links. The job of the Christian is to forever polish those links, check them, adjust them, fix them,, and, at times, replace them. Spiritual directors are the foremen who show us which and how.

"He is consumed by it (good zeal) who takes steps to correct any perversity he sees; and if he cannot, he tolerates it with sadness." ~ St. Thomas Aquinas

Everything done, said, or thought within the Church must be for God's greater glory, never ours. We must focus on God's Truth, gentle compassion, kind reasoning, charitable tolerance, and wise correction.

Otherwise we are like the moneychangers in the temple in today's Gospel reading. We are deceived and we choose to deceive our neighbors.

"Jesus 'did not need anyone to testify about human nature. He himself understood it well.' Fallen human nature always attempts to define the meaning of life with something we can measure. That is what the presence of the moneychangers at the temple symbolizes. Their atrocious activity in this most sacred place betrays their bankrupt position toward the meaning of life. they prefer the riches of God over a relationship with God. But the commandments of the Lord 'are more precious than a heap of purest gold.' They save us from such foolishness and bless us with 'the foolishness of God.' " (Magnificat)

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Lenten Accountability and Fumblings of Faith

I was enjoying reading Melanie's Lenten Update this past week. "Enjoying" just doesn't seem the proper word during Lent...meditating is a better one...but I was reading it because I'm often curious what other Catholic moms are doing during Lent and I do wonder...not that I compare my works to anyone else's or anything they are faring and I admit I'm a little curious if my enough is at all symbolic of their enough.

What I've found is no matter how many times I've evaluated my Lenten offerings over and over in my mind, I loose track or interest in them rather quickly and never finish my evaluation. Seeing Melanie's reminded me once again how accountable this blog makes me: to my mothering, my parenting, my household, my Catholic religion, and my faith life.

Like Melanie, I usually fall short of my ambitious plans but I try to give myself permission to look at the things I do rather than the things that lapse.

And so, to date...

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Weekly Mass---I was able to make Mass on Ash Wednesday. So did all my children. I began the season of Lent marked with the sign of a penitent. This week I simply need to make time to get to that lunchtime church hour as I alway find excuses for morning and evenings church times.

Stations of the Cross---quickly becoming one of my favorite devotionals. Missed the first Friday of Lent Stations because of Confirmation Retreat. Witnessed two silhouette stations performed by our 5th grade CCD students, missed this past Friday's stations at church due to out-of-town field trip. Annie got to walk the stations in the church prayer garden this past week with her CCD class. I hope to take the girls sometime this week to walk them again.

Give-Up Fancy Coffees---I did not give up my morning regular but I did give in those quick drive-thru chocolatey frappes and those syrupy, whipped raspberry mochas from my favorite bookstore. I admit that yesteerday I indulged in one during the field trip to the Natural Science Museum in Houston. It was either that or a headache. I think God would agree that caramel is good for the home educating mother on a field trip. :-)

No Meat on Wednesdays and Fridays---On Wednesdays? Don't ask because I couldn't tell you.

On Fridays, I'm the bomb. I don't think I've forgotten that rule of Lent yet. There was that slight lapse of memory over the biscuits and sausage gravy but my husband was there to remind me. Sadly there was no plain white gravy void meat. :( I've been hungry for it ever since though. Ah, penance!

Fasting on Fridays---Doing pretty well. Cup of coffee in morning. Usually a grilled cheese for lunch followed by an egg sandwich for supper. Avoiding cookies, cakes, and in-between meal snacks for the most part.

No Eating Out---This is a yearly given and in the past, when the children were younger and less involved, our success rate was high. Last year and this year have not been very successful, to the point of me wondering why I still bother to proclaim it a fast.
Weekly Rosary---I seem to have trouble praying the rosary. I've tried and haven't become faithful. It isn't that I haven't tried or read-up on the rosary. I've read Louis de Monfort's Secret of the Rosary and Karen Edmisten's The Rosary: Keeping Company with Jesus and Mary and understand the beautiful thoughts and teachings of this spiritual bouquet. What draws me to it the most is that it is, in reality, an outline of the Gospel. While I have been able to remember to pray the rosary each week this Lent, still, I prefer to read books about it more than pray it.

Weekly Adoration---Done! far. :)

Weekly Come, Lord Jesus Bible Study---Fail! :(

Pilgrimage---this is something new I'd like to start this year. I did go with our Confirmation students to a weekend retreat. It was very insightful and even relaxing. Lots of prayer, skits, praise and worship, singing, and spiritual talks. It was a service to thirteen young people, a chance to give of myself to others outside my immediate family unit.

I would also like to make a pilgrimage to the Cursillo Center in Prairie Ronde and then stop at the graveside of Charlene Richard. My daughter has read her story and wishes to visit the site and church. I have only been once and it's past time to return.

Spiritual Reading---Never fails me. This is where God speaks to me: loudly, clearly, meditatively, visually. This Lent I am reading:

Paula Huston's Simplifying the Soul: Lenten Practices to Renew Your Spirit---Paula's pen flows reverently and spiritually over my Lenten calendar. Each day of Lent she guides me in personal meditation, work, and prayer. Nothing is overwhelming but each day lifts the bar on my personal behavior, outward service, and Lenten prayers. I love her style, her voice, and her prayerful insights and I love this little book. It fits perfectly in the side pocket of my purse this Lent.

Matthew Kelly's book Rediscover Lent---who can say that Matthew Kelly is not a fresh, young voice of ground roots Catholicism? He's reader-friendly, easy to understand, and leaves you craving more about this beautiful faith. His observances in this Lenten book center around the seven pillars of the Catholic Church which happen to be the very same things my focus is on this Lent. This book's focus is on prayer, how to find it, how to do it, and how to receive it. With Matthew Kelly, one can never go wrong because he never speaks for himself but for Christ.

And last but not least...

Phone Fast---This is something new but something I hope rounds out the rest of my devotions and fumblings of faith. Every day during the hour of 3-4 (when it is said that Christ died for my sins) I will put my phone away and out-of-reach. Chances are most of us have our phones on our being through most of the day. Most of us will justify it being there more for our children to reach us than for ourselves to have access to it. It's just an hour, but it's a start.

How is your Lent going?

Holy and faithful forwards, I pray.

God's Blessings!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

When Life Hugs a Family

Almost every Sunday my husband cooks. Sauce piquante and fricassee dishes are favorites with our children. Sometimes, when the freezer swims, he fries fish.

Our children wander through the kitchen, bounce past the living area, wander to the shop, visit the uncle and aunt next door, venture to church, and timetable jobs inbetween college schedules.
The grandparents arrive after Mass for coffee and a net of family news.
At some point during the day, with lives spent in a swirl of life, the kitchen table captures us in a hug.
It's momentary linger, but hugs don't have to last long to be meaningful.

My house is not new. It is not spacious. It is not the dream house of my childhood.
When my girls talk and dream about their future houses I have to smile to myself and temper their dreams with reality that flows in monetary value, practicality, servitude, and stewardship.
Nine years ago, we left a newer house and yard we loved and moved into my husband's family home to care for my father-in-law who had Alzheimers. He passed away in 2008. We sold that home we loved in south country and stayed in this home in north country that held more square footage of us and them.
 I have measured our lives on dreams, unity, feelings, and spirituality. My husband has measured our lives on monetary value, practicality, servitude, and stewardship. He has read and listened to Dave Ramsey. In less than five years we will be debt free...God willing.

My husband and I balance one another.
The dreamer and the doer. The fanciful and the practical.
Life is about balance.
Of course we now sit on a pinnacle of weddings and college fees but, there too, we have been blessed, surprisingly, through weighing and observing those same mainstays when tempering our dreams...monetary value, practicality, servitude, and stewardship (absorbed with unity, one another's feelings, and spirituality).

My husband knows of my desire for unity within our family, he respects my feelings for a nice home, and he shares closely in our spiritual home life. In the mist of monetary value, practicality, servitude, and stewardship; my husband has blessed me with nails and paint and working hands.
He has taken this old house, seen it to be the canvas this artist needs to paint our life upon, and tried to make it into something beautiful.
The first room he transformed was our bedroom. He polished our bathroom, wrapped a carport into a sitting room, and redressed a bedroom into a study.

Today I'm sitting with a cup of coffee waiting for Sheetrock to be delivered. My living room has been emptied and my kitchen and sitting room are top-heavy with "stuff". It began while transferring old home movies from VHS onto DVDs when my husband noticed that the carpet in the living area has been in this house since before we dated. (Have I mentioned we've been married 25 years this past May?) In the blink of an eye we found money to purchase flooring and new walls. My husband will, as always, do the work himself. That's one of the things I admire about him. He can do anything!
Originally we thought of purging the kitchen along with the living area. We had to downsize our dreams and desires and temper them with monetary value, practicality, servitude, and stewardship.
We go through life amassing things, material things, trying to catch-up to our dreams.
Dreams are often unattainable but they serve to lift us up, lift us higher, lift our standards, and to make our lives better.
But dreams are good an holy, as long as we know how to tame them with temperance.
When you opt for more than 2 (or 3) children you have to make room...physically, financially, emotionally, and mentally...within your home and heart. And it's always worth the effort but the obvious cannot be slid under beds or stuffed into closets. More people within a home means more stuff. My home is not clutter free nor ever will be. Being a wanna-be-housekeeper, this revelation frees me...immeasureably. I realize that if my house was clutter-free it would not be full-to-overflowing with Life!

I embrace the "stuff" because I embrace the people who need it, want it, own it.

Not that decluttering and weeding out are not good things to do in serving a family. The desert fathers tell us it is not good to own things, it depletes our spiritual lives. The activity of decluttering serves a valuable purpose and lesson in the life of a family. A good physical purging gives us a good mental purging as well. It blesses our families.

I've also been in homes where the anxiety for cleanliness and order creates an anxiety within the family almost to the point of choking the very life out of that family.
When the house and "stuff" matters more than the people who live there, that is not freedom nor the life I want for my family.
Life is a balancing act.
When the "stuff" overcomes me, I do have my moments of moaning and groaning and thumbing through home and garden eye-candy magazines; but I'm not a slave to my dreams.
My husband, my children, and the reality grounds me every day.

This past October I had two children move next door, one child move in back, and two "children" move into our hearts and life. Another shuffle was inevitable. The physical shuffle resembles the shuffle within our family unit. One must be flexible to change. In a large family one must even embrace it.

Our family is not getting smaller. It's widening. It's spreading. Yet all the tentacles...while reaching out to grasp college degrees, jobs, lifestyles, new homes...come circling back to the home from where it all makes sense and unfolds in a great big, all-inclusive hug.
Almost every Sunday, and on some evenings inbetween, despite the old kitchen floor and the too-many-nail holes in the wall, I see the hug this life affords me and it's priceless.
Mark and I are entering a new phase of life but what is key here is that it is LIFE! OUR LIFE! There is nothing sad about it, not if I focus on the good things in my home and around my table, not if I dream about the good things to come.

That God has blessed Mark and I with THIS LIFE is beyond my expectations, beyond my ideals, and...certainly...beyond my dreams.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Nurturing Humility and Compassion During Lent

After sweet bridal sharings, I hesitated to post anything dark and dreary and certainly thought twice before sharing any depressing thoughts.

But tonight in a dimly lit church, as young teenagers filed down the aisle into the confessional to repent during this holy time of Lent, I broke open my Magnificat and wrapped myself in the words of saints and sinners.

If these quotes sound dark, dreary, or depressing; I'm sorry, but, perhaps, these words will touch a few hearts who need to hear them this Lent. Not all walk in the light and sometimes we must shroud ourself in the darkness to hear their faltering steps, their labored breathing, the faint tremble in their voice more clearly:

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"Bring me the sign of true humility by being not overly ambitious in your position, but lowly. Don't be impatient over any pain or abuse you might suffer, but endure within the body of holy Church by the firm power of patience, even to the point of death. When you speak and proclaim the truth, whether in giving counsel or in any other role, do it fearlessly, looking only to God's honor, the salvation of souls, and the advancement of holy Church, as her true son, nurtured by so tender a Mother." ~ St. Catherine of Siena

"Do nothing out of selfishness or out of vainglory; rather, humbly regard others as more important than yourselves."  ~ (Phil 2:3)

"But it is not enough just not to complain. We ought to be content with what we have been given and desire nothing more. What we have is sufficient because God has judged it so." ~ Father Jean-Baptiste Saint-Jure, S.J.

"Compassion does not tire or sleep
But walks wherever suff'rers weep
Through ages past and still to come,
Until the world is gathered home
To rest at last where Mercy reigns
And heals all ills and stills all pains.
And there Compassion's walk will cease
Where God is all, and all is peace."
~ Hymn for Saturday, March 10th 

Saturday, March 3, 2012

More Bridal Shower Pics

Because an Iphone simply doesn't do monumental justice to monumental moments, I was relieved and Adrain was blessed to have my mother and one of my besties taking pictures smiles and happiness at the wedding shower.
So I continue my mini-scrapbooking of the happy moments here at our Cajun Cottage and my son's house next door where the shower was held so everyone could see the new crib and Adrain could simply unpack everything straight into its proper place.
Someone must have heard that Adrain is learning to cook. Oma bought her a cookbook at Christmas time and she got this classic-50's-style "Born to Shop, Forced to Cook" apron from a cousin. Isn't it sweet? I so want one.
I love this shot of Adrain. Our son dug up a jewel who smoothes out his rough edges.
Prettier pictures of the banquet spread and the cake table...
...which I need to tell you a bit more about concerning the picture propped beside the cake but that deserves a post all it's own. Stay tuned!
While Oma took most of the gift opening, my friend Lanell was behind the lens to capture moving hearts.
 Like this one of my children's "adopted" grandmother who has blessed and lifted the bar high on our parenting. My children have held her opinion high and she has held them accountable while always having a hug and listening ear open for them. She says they have not disappointed her. Our parenting and children are blessed because of her.
 A quick snapshot of the aunt we were so happy got to come and a line of Miller cousins we were so happy could make it.
(Excuse the ram head...errr, excuse me...the European background. It's one of my son's prized trophies which I begged him not to hang til after the shower forgot to tie purple bows upon the horns shroud with a purple cloth. It graces his man cave and so it stayed. ;-/
A pretty smile from Oma. She couldn't be happier for her oldest grandson and his fiancee.
And this photo of Adrain's maternal grandmother is simply, elegantly, romantically classic!
It's that meditative moment that speaks more than any words ever I won't try.
 Kayleigh and her goddaughter sharing refreshments with friend Keisha.
 The "punch ladies" as I call them. It seems as though Kayleigh is always serving punch at showers these days. Next year will be her wedding year though and she will be served rather than serve.
Side note...though it looks like I'm telling the girls to "get out of the kitchen", my friend said I was probably directing them to the food line. Yeah, that sounds much better, much better. :-)
A few more pics...
 Adrain's new dishes...
 ...and new bedspread to replace Corey's old and faded camouflage comforter. ;-)
The happy couple with (half) their gifts. I saw a pile of boxes waiting to be burned on the back patio last time I walked over. Adrain reports that things were quickly set in place and the cabinets are not so bare. :-)
~ 7 weeks til the wedding! ~

Speaking of weddings...I have two bridal showers to attend this afternoon so I must run.
Have a blessed weekend, friends! :-)

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