It has been awhile since I have posted about Helen! It has also been awhile since I have done a Wednesday posting for Saint Maria Faustina KoWalska (what else,) with a brief reflection on the Divine… More
the “M” word!
it’s the monday giggles….
A few months ago a little bit of “fluff” started showing up around the hips…unexpectedly.
Nothing drastic, but enough to cause me some personal uncomfortableness.
Along with the fluff came some very unusual feelings, as well. Often accompanied by an inferno setting up residence in my body!
Finally, having enough of this unusual “fluff & feelings,” I sought medical answers.
As many more mature females who are reading may have already suspected, the Dr’s diagnosis was of a hormonal nature. The dreaded “M” word was mentioned, which was later confirmed with further diagnostic testing.
Indeed, I’d entered the “fun” phase of femininity….menopause. Continue reading “the “M” word!”
humble confidence.
My godson & I went to the movies together today!
Tom and I have been friends since I was 12 years old. And when he decided to join the Catholic faith several years ago, both Cuppycake and I were honored to be asked by him to be his Godparents.
Many, many, many, (maybe not THAT many) years ago, when we first met, we’d go to the snack-shack together during the 7th inning stretch of the baseball games, of which Tom was the local high-school bat boy for. Tom loved the ice cream sandwiches and I always got the foot-long green-apple gum rope.
Instead of baseball, Tom and I now enjoy going to the movies together; even though we still have differing opinions on the snacks! Tom insists on the need for popcorn…even when we attend a morning matinee or he’s forgotten to wear his dentures, while I prefer to stick with red swedish fish or bit-o-honey’s.
No matter the activity…we still make great snack-mates! Continue reading “humble confidence.”
she calls him babe.
I remember when I first heard it.
I remember when I first heard him call her, “Babe.”
That’s when I knew…this boy loves our darling daughter.
(And yes, he did eventually proceed to become our son-in-law.)
This past Christmas I heard that sweet word, “Babe,” being spoken, yet once again. Continue reading “she calls him babe.”
