Monday, October 1, 2012
Random Monday Morning Ramblings
I have a whole new sympathy for those people that start coughing every time a thurible appears.
The thing is, I do like incense at Mass. Even with healthy lungs I might have liked it slightly less in a crypt with low ceilings and no windows, but still... it's not something I would normally find myself complaining about.
The good news is that the medical websites I've found that mentioned it say that post-pregnancy asthma usually go back to however it was pre-pregnancy, which may save me from having to find a new less smokey Mass to attend. And there was mention of things generally getting worse between 29-36 weeks and improving in the last month, so I'm hoping that proves to be true in the upcoming weeks.
Before Mass yesterday morning I picked out two warm, wintery dresses for our little not-yet-used-to-cold-temperature girls. Sadie's had a black velvet top with a pouffy purple skirt made out of a glimmering fabric that was made to look like silk. I showed it to her as she changed out of her warm pjs and she made a face and launched into a lamentation about how it wasn't white and it wasn't a "first communion dress" and that meant she wouldn't be wearing a white dress with a white veil, which apparently knocked the chances in her mind that she'd be receiving communion today down to zero.
We'd already talked about how she had a few more years of waiting to do the night before, but she's ever hopeful on Sunday mornings that it will be her turn to go forward and kneel and actually receive the eucharist. The fact that this doesn't happen, week after week, doesn't seem to discourage her in the least, because she knows that it's something that should happen someday, and every week might be "someday" even if Mommy and Daddy assure her it's not and that she'll know when it really is time.
Sadie's also renewed her "when I'm fourteen I'm going to go away and be married to God" campaign, with the number fourteen being chosen after reading her Saint Therese book and resolving that she would be even younger (the competitiveness apparently knows no bounds...). She even speaks with excitement about how "people will try to stop me" and then dreamily talks about going anyway... the kid certainly loves St. Therese's story...
Now to go figure out exactly what we're going to do for this very special feast day... I'm finding myself less organized these days, as feast day after feast day sneaks up on me (how can it already be October?!??!?!?!)!
Happy Feast of Saint Therese of the Child Jesus!