All 10 Popes

  He asks me if I feel old and I say nope. All these 33 years and really, that's quite young don't you think? Tired, I say. I feel tired a lot but not old. It's a heart heavy for my children, I say... that can weary my soul when I forget I am not the one who really saves them anyway. That no matter how faithful Christ helps me to be...they are their own little people with their own ever growing brains and hearts. And thinking that I have to fix it all...have an answer for everything, for every situation...yes, that makes me very tired friends and I forget to have fun...to enjoy them all.   And so, I wake this morning on this very day that turns my age to 33 and see two handsome boys with silly smiles and a giggling little girl. One hands me a sheet of paper and says with a wry smile, "Happy birthday mom. What are we going to do today?" The temptation is there to just grind it out and make them do school since we've missed a couple days and I want to perfor...

It's been a full few months here after our big move. We've celebrated two birthdays.   And the very first for the littlest Pope girl.   Who is now walking. And talking. Who loves to be outside. To draw with chalk. And give kisses. We can't imagine life with out her.     Or any of them for that matter.   This life of moving around, and yet I've never felt more settled. Maybe, I'm just getting older. Perhaps, it's being closer to family. Or just knowing that we are just where we are supposed to be. Together.     At the pool.     Eating lots of ice-cream.   Dragging out every. single. Imaginext toy owned.   Pretending to be super heroes. At the library. Yes, the one with the park. Genius!   Making up for time far away.   Playing with the best cousins ever.   Almost killing each other while hitting at a piñata...