This one is from Confessions of a Hot Carmel Sundae:
Five things I love about my husband:
1. He is consistently the same, you could set your clock by his routine. There is something solid and trustworthy in knowing that he does the same thing at the same time almost every day. I love to listen to him getting ready for work in the mornings because I know what he is doing by the sounds of his toothbrush on the sink, or his razor in the water.
2. He has a killer sense of humor. He is so quiet that most people don't even realize how funny he is until they have known him for a while, but he can always make me laugh.
3. He makes me feel as though I am the most beautiful woman on the planet.
4. He really sincerely cares for other people, even strangers.
5. His faith is unwavering.
Five things I love about other family members:
1. my son is overcoming his disabilities and is learning how to drive and I am so proud of him for that.
2. my oldest daughter is coming off of a very bad time but she has really taken great strides recently in taking charge of her life and getting back on track
3. my second daughter is fielding calls from colleges and military recruiters like a pro, even with her disabilities. She is creative and I am sure will find here way in the world
4. my third daughter has proven that she can play the piano beautifully, and willingly takes on any task around the house that I ask her to do.
5. my baby girl is learning to be a ballroom dancing queen, and a very compassionate friend.
Five things I am proud of in people I love:
1. mom is bearing up with her illness very well
2. Suzanne has handled the stress of her husband's accident with so much grace, but then she always handles these things that way, she is always an inspiration to me.
3. Maria has quit smoking, and I know from experience how hard that is. I am so proud of her for that.
4. Meg and Brian will have a baby soon, they are going to be the best parents ever.
5. Jeff, who I had hoped would one day be my future son-in-law, is going to meet with the vocations director of the Passionists this week to explore a vocation to the priesthood. I am so proud that he is still listening to God's voice, even if it means I will lose him to God.
Five Happy memories I have about people I love:
1. When I was growing up I remember waiting on the front steps of my house for my dad to come home from the school where he taught. He used to walk to work and I would wait patiently on the steps for him to come back in the afternoon. Thinking about those times still brings back very happy memories for me.
2. My mom used to read to us kids every afternoon. That was one of my favorite things we did together. She read everything from The Wizard of Oz to Stewart Little.
3. I used to stop in to see my Godmother at the Bank where she worked when I went downtown when I was little. She always made time for me no matter how busy her day was. She was the Executive Assistant to the President of the Bank, and I know that the last thing she probably needed was a little girl hanging around her desk, but she always made me feel as though I was the most important thing in her day when I stopped in to see her.
4. Driving to and coming back from the retreat that Diane and I went on last October. I won't say that the retreat was all that great, but the trip there and back was amazing. It really solidified our friendship.
5. Fr. Charlie showing up in the angelbaby's hospital room after she almost drowned. This may seem like a strange happy memory, but he was supposed to be on vacation and we were desperate to find a priest, and he showed up out of the blue. He stayed with us for an hour and was there when she woke up.
Five things I want to thank God for:
1. my sisters (and brother but mostly my sisters)
2. the church, salvation Eucharist, it's all tied in together
3. the ability to think, reason and remember ( because I know mom can't do those things now)
4. a sense of humor and laughter
5. friends old and new, close and far away, intimate and those I only know online
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