Since I mentioned a wedding, I felt it was only fair to share a picture or two from the blessed event. We were all more or less recovered from our plague, and I thoughtlessly rewarded my still fragile immune system with copious amounts of alcohol and carbohydrates, so I’m calling an early start on Lent this year…just as soon as tonight’s episode of Downton wraps. #31isnot21 #oldmomproblems #vodkasodas4ever.
Anywho, here’s the happy couple, aren’t they gorgeous?
The first ‘look.’ (They didn’t actually lock eyes till she started down the aisle.)
If you’re local-ish and lucky enough to get on her schedule, this gal is an amazing photographer, and a sweetheart with two beautiful baby girls who she takes gorgeous pictures of on her blog all the time. Check her out. And okay, one more gorgeous pic:
55 degrees in February. Go home Colorado, you’re (happily) drunk.
I think I’m jumping on the Fulwiler bandwagon and taking up the 7 in 7 challenge, so I’ll be back tomorrow.
In the mean time, any thoughts on Lent? Dave and I were talking about it on the way home from Mass this morning and he had some awesome words of reflection from our Holy Father’s Message for Lent about overcoming destitution, which he explains as being very different from poverty. Destitution, says Pope Francis, is poverty without hope, and can be in a material, spiritual, or emotional form. He was encouraging us to find ways to overcome destitution this Lenten season, both in the world and in ourselves. He also said (and this one is a little scary) “I distrust a charity that costs nothing and does not hurt.” Ouch.
That little gem led me past my usual line of alcohol abstinence and no desserts unless it’s a feast day reasoning and onto the possibility for a greater sacrifice for this year. I think the very most difficult thing I could imagine at this stage of life is to start setting an actual alarm and waking up before my children to pray for 10 minutes each morning. I don’t know what is sadder about that sentence, the idea that a grown adult doesn’t use an alarm, or the fact that my greatest suffering is waking up in the morning, but I’ll get back to you when I’ve decided. Pathetic.
So no booze and waking to an alarm. It’ll be just like high school all over again. Maybe I’ll get my body back, too…