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The more people I meet . . .

. . . the more I like my FAMILY.

This weekend was a busy weekend. Friday was the 4th of July and Saturday, was our youngest son's baptism and party. My parents came into town on the 4th, as did Andrew's God parents. Unfortunately, their car hydroplaned and went up an embankment. Luckily, they got their car fixed yesterday so they could go home today.

With the accident and all of the people coming to our house, life was a bit crazy. Poor Andy and Jeanine were stressed and their little daughter Teresa was sleep deprived. As you could imagine, with our three boys, their two year-old daughter, we did not get much of a chance to spend time with them and just relax and talk. Today, they got lost on their way to meet us at mass and decided to just go home early . . . I must admit, I do not blame them . . . I think if I were them, I would go home, put my daughter to bed and hop in bed myself with some ice cream and a good movie!!

Well, with all of that being said, last night I came to a realization. We had a bunch of people at our house. Many different personalities and many different ways of doing things. Once everyone left for the day/night, I was overwhelmed with great fullness . . . I love my family and am so thankful that God gave me my sons and my husband. They are all far from perfect (as seen with my son Caleb who would rather hit Teresa than play with her), but they are perfect for me. God handpicked my husband for me. He handpicked my children for me and I would not want any other husband, and other kids. I thank God in these moments for blessing me with what I need! They have changed my life, for the better. I have learned to let go of many things and be more relaxed. I have learned to let them be themselves and guide my sons when necessary so they may be saints one day. I have learned to be thankful for each day as it comes and the chance to grow closer to my family and to God and to strive for holiness together.

Thank you Jesus.


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