I am thankful that, as a Catholic, I have the chance (again, and again, and again) to seek and receive forgiveness for the times I have failed to live as I should. It is such an amazing gift to me. When we got home this evening, I asked dh if he wanted me to put the kids to bed so he didn't mess up the clean slate he just received (they can be trying at times). "No," he said, "I'm filled with the Grace of God." It's amazing how true that actually is.
Upon returning from the Penance Service tonight, this is what greeted us.
This baby, at this moment, in this parish, with these people
Each of my babies has been precious to me. A gift from God. A miracle. Still, I've never had quite this many comments regarding our current little-one-in-the-making. Oddly similar comments, from completely unrelated people. Happenings that seem to truly be inspired from above. A blessing of godparents who came so suddenly and yet are so amazingly perfect to help us to raise our little one in the faith. I am really getting excited to meet this new person. I have a feeling it will be quite an adventure.