It's Saint Valentine's Day today. On my way to class early this morning I was reflecting on all the love I have received in the last 22 years. My parents have a beautiful marriage, and my siblings and I are products of their love. God has loved me into being, He has loved me through the rough homeschooling years when I was nothing but a terror for my poor mother, He has loved me when I was broken and alone and was by my side as I navigated the dreadful high school hallways, He loved me as I left home for the first time, He loved me through and despite every mistake, and He made me new again.
Between those 2 examples alone I have had more than enough fruitful and wholesome examples of love to look up to. I am thankful for that. Five years ago I fell in love for the first time. He too has loved me through many hard time, and has been with me as I grew into adulthood. He has seen me at my very best and he has seen me at my very worst, and still he loves me.
Love really is a gift. And, I realized this morning that I am so incredibly blessed by the love I receive from my parents, from God, from Troy, from my sisters and brothers and through my friends. And, I think I was, unknowingly, taking for granted that love. Until this morning.
I thought about the girls in my class (there is something like 38 students, and only 2 men...) on my way to the school this morning. Many have boyfriends, or friends with benefits... many have children and they are all preparing for careers that will require giving a whole lot of love.
But there is something else I have noticed. Many of them are barely 30, and have at least one child (which is beautiful), but of those who have children I would say probably only 2 of them are married. That is sad, but what saddens me even more is that most have them have been married. They are 30 years old (or younger), have a family and divorce papers. It's hard to keep an optimistic view of marriage in our world when this is becoming the norm.
So, what went wrong? It's hard to say, I guess. But, I have discovered that maybe it isn't so hard to pinpoint after all... love has become disposable. We are lending a hand in this divorce epidemic by presenting the view to the world that love isn't something that needs time or work. We cannot sugar-coat relationships or provide advice that consists of the sentence, "Maybe you have just fallen out of love with him." We need to be real, and honest. Love is a choice that is made in every moment of every day. And, love is impossible without God. Yes, impossible. I am not saying it's harder without God, or different without God. It is truly impossible without God IS love...without Him love cannot exist in our world. Not only is God the maker, creator and giver or love, but He is also the perfect example of love. He never gives up on us...and we are as imperfect as imperfect can get. We need to seek after His wisdom and example and enter every relationship in life with the understanding that romance is not present every moment of life, and we may have a crappy day or our friend, spouse, parent or sibling may treat us terribly sometimes (guarantee you treat them like crap sometimes too!) or you just may not feel in love. But love is more than a feeling...it's a choice and the result of it is more beautiful and miraculous than you could ever imagine.
Make sure people in your life know you love them today... even if you don't feel like it.
St. Valentine, please pray for us.
Emily xo
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Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Childhood
When I was at work the other day a Mother came in with her 2 girls. The younger of the two was probably around seven & the older one was probably around twelve. The twelve year old stood barely four & a half feet tall. She was cute & had a quiet, child-like voice. As I spoke to her and I realized something. She was wearing a lot of make up.
I am twenty one. I didn't have any makeup on this particular day. I wear makeup, probably an average of once a week, at the very most. I never wore make up when I was in high school and I certainly didn't wear it when I was twelve.
As I looked at this young girl before me I realized something...She looked sad. Her face was covered with makeup, masking the little, innocent child she should still be allowed to be. Instead she's covering up her childhood with powder on a brush and mascara on a wand. She's wearing jeans that hug her skinny legs, despite their lack of curves. She's trying so desperately to show the world she isn't a child.
Beneath the long, mascara covered lashes her blue eyes could hardly meet mine as I spoke to her. They darted around like she was terrified I would see through her carefully put together disguise. She's fooled everyone but it was as if she was afraid to meet the careful, watchful eyes of the world for fear they'd call her out as a child beneath her mask. For a single moment though, her eyes caught mine...
They looked sad. And confused. Maybe she'd dug herself so deep in this lie, trying to hide her innocence, that she wants an escape. Maybe she's realized that being older isn't all it's cracked up to be and she misses the childhood she should be living.
This Christmas I wish we, as a society, could give children back their childhoods and give their spirits back their innocence.
Let the children be children.
Emily xo
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Love Conquers All
When I was on NET (see the NET Ministries tab at the top if you aren't familiar with NET) there was a huge emphasis, not only on youth ministry, but also on team life. Since I was living in close quarters with my five team members, and seeing them literally every day all day it was crucial I learn what being a member of a team really is.
I mean, I have been parts of groups and organizations before, but nothing compared to this. We would always joke that it's like marriage preparation. During our training for NET there was also training specifically on how to love our team members, even when we hated them. It's a funny statement, I know. But, how do we do that? How do we love someone who is so completely different than us and with who we are constantly butting heads?
It is hard.
Loving like Jesus loves, seeing Jesus in those around us and loving Him in that other person, praying for grace to love even when it's hard, and making everything you do about sacrifice is the only way one can do this. Every morning I prayed for my team. I prayed for their needs, for their desires, for the burdens on their hearts. I prayed that I would know how to love them that day, and that my love would help heal their broken pieces. I prayed that God would have mercy on my brokenness every day. I begged Him to teach me, every day, how to love like He loves. I asked for the grace to see His face in the face of my team mates, even at the heart of a heated disagreement. And, I made my life about sacrifice. I learned how to give up myself to serve my teammates. Jesus opened my heart to see that the ultimate sacrifice was His death on the cross for my sins, and that my entire life needed to be a series of sacrifices, small in comparison to the cross, that would ultimately lead me and those I encounter to the foot of His cross, with open arms and an open heart.
We referred to the girls on the team as the "sisterhood" and the boys as the "brotherhood". Not only did I try to constantly serve my sisters and brothers on my team individually, but we also tried to serve as a 'hood. The girls would get together and plan something to honour, thank and life up our brothers. We wrote them songs, cooked for the, brought them coffees, and had nerf gun wars with them. We also made sure they could have time together, as brothers, to bond. And, our brothers did the same for us. They made us gifts, brought us roses, wrote us notes, thanked us for our love and opened doors. It didn't matter if it was big or small things, but we made a point of serving one another.
So what did this do? Not only did my relationship with each of my team members become strengthened, but they also lead and challenged my to get closer to Jesus, and have a new zeal for faith. We now live in all corners of the country and are doing many different things...one is in the seminary, one is in school, one is working for NET...we are all separated by miles and time. However, the relationship I have with each of them is deeper than any friendship I have ever had in my life. I know, without a doubt, that they pray for me. I know the moment I need them they will be here-in person or in prayer. I know I can confide in them and seek wisdom from them. I know they will love me, despite any difference we have or argument we encounter. I know that because of how our relationships were formed on NET that we are as close as family.
I believe having a common faith is the greatest gift in any relationship-be it dating of friendship. It allows a whole new depth, dimension and meaning to the relationship. It eases any doubt that you will be abandoned by them, or that you will get hurt. You know that any rift or separation that forms in your relationship can be bridged because, at the end of the day, you both come back to the same values, to the same God.
That is the greatest gift.
So I challenge you, with your spouse or boyfriend, best friend and worst enemy...serve them. Do little, extraordinary things. Make sure they know you love them, and that you are leading them to the cross. Make sure they know you're always calling them to greater, more beautiful things. And, above all, pray for them. Love them even when they hate you, and especially when you hate them. Love them passionately, deeply, perfectly and beautiful. Love them with the grace of God because Jesus is in them.
To my beautiful team...I adore you, thank you for all you've taught me. I am praying for you, always.
Emily xo
I mean, I have been parts of groups and organizations before, but nothing compared to this. We would always joke that it's like marriage preparation. During our training for NET there was also training specifically on how to love our team members, even when we hated them. It's a funny statement, I know. But, how do we do that? How do we love someone who is so completely different than us and with who we are constantly butting heads?
It is hard.
We referred to the girls on the team as the "sisterhood" and the boys as the "brotherhood". Not only did I try to constantly serve my sisters and brothers on my team individually, but we also tried to serve as a 'hood. The girls would get together and plan something to honour, thank and life up our brothers. We wrote them songs, cooked for the, brought them coffees, and had nerf gun wars with them. We also made sure they could have time together, as brothers, to bond. And, our brothers did the same for us. They made us gifts, brought us roses, wrote us notes, thanked us for our love and opened doors. It didn't matter if it was big or small things, but we made a point of serving one another.
I believe having a common faith is the greatest gift in any relationship-be it dating of friendship. It allows a whole new depth, dimension and meaning to the relationship. It eases any doubt that you will be abandoned by them, or that you will get hurt. You know that any rift or separation that forms in your relationship can be bridged because, at the end of the day, you both come back to the same values, to the same God.
That is the greatest gift.
So I challenge you, with your spouse or boyfriend, best friend and worst enemy...serve them. Do little, extraordinary things. Make sure they know you love them, and that you are leading them to the cross. Make sure they know you're always calling them to greater, more beautiful things. And, above all, pray for them. Love them even when they hate you, and especially when you hate them. Love them passionately, deeply, perfectly and beautiful. Love them with the grace of God because Jesus is in them.
To my beautiful team...I adore you, thank you for all you've taught me. I am praying for you, always.
Emily xo
Sunday, October 13, 2013
What do we have to be Thankful for?
Happy Thanksgiving weekend, Canada!
What are you thankful for?
and so, so much more!
May many blessing be poured upon you and your family as you count your blessings this Thanksgiving!
Emily xo
What are you thankful for?
and so, so much more!
May many blessing be poured upon you and your family as you count your blessings this Thanksgiving!
Emily xo
Friday, September 13, 2013
The Privilege of Womanhood-Being A Mother
Motherhood is an amazing gift! And, one given specifically to women. Clearly, I am not a mother, so my knowledge of this particular subject may be somewhat limited. However, I have a mother, and I have seen my Mother throughout numerous pregnancies. I feel I do have a wee bit of insight into this privilege.
First of all, pregnancy. I have heard several women complain about the strains & sorrows associated with being pregnant. And, I have no doubt that it is not all roses & butterflies. Trust me, I have seen my Mother make a beeline to the bathroom, mid-meal, in those early months (& sometimes later months, as well) of pregnancy. Nothing about that screams, "It's a blast!"
However, I am a glass half full kind of gal. While I acknowledge the sometimes awful side effects of pregnancy, I refuse to define pregnancy by them. I think that there are far too many lovely things about those first 9 months of motherhood to get caught up in the sickness, exhaustion, and uncomfortable-ness of it all.
First of all-YOU ARE GROWING ANOTHER PERSON. How phenomenal is that? Your body is housing, nourishing & comforting a tiny little person, conceived (hopefully) out of pure, honest & wholesome love. For me, that in & of itself is enough to convince me of the privilege of motherhood. I do realize though, that is not enough for some.
How about getting to feel this little one grow & develop. I remember being at ultrasounds with my Mom and hearing the baby's heartbeat! What an incredible gift! And, placing my hand on my Mom's stomach while the little one pushed a fist or foot against my hand. Nothing beats that. Seriously.
First of all, pregnancy. I have heard several women complain about the strains & sorrows associated with being pregnant. And, I have no doubt that it is not all roses & butterflies. Trust me, I have seen my Mother make a beeline to the bathroom, mid-meal, in those early months (& sometimes later months, as well) of pregnancy. Nothing about that screams, "It's a blast!"
However, I am a glass half full kind of gal. While I acknowledge the sometimes awful side effects of pregnancy, I refuse to define pregnancy by them. I think that there are far too many lovely things about those first 9 months of motherhood to get caught up in the sickness, exhaustion, and uncomfortable-ness of it all.
First of all-YOU ARE GROWING ANOTHER PERSON. How phenomenal is that? Your body is housing, nourishing & comforting a tiny little person, conceived (hopefully) out of pure, honest & wholesome love. For me, that in & of itself is enough to convince me of the privilege of motherhood. I do realize though, that is not enough for some.
How about getting to feel this little one grow & develop. I remember being at ultrasounds with my Mom and hearing the baby's heartbeat! What an incredible gift! And, placing my hand on my Mom's stomach while the little one pushed a fist or foot against my hand. Nothing beats that. Seriously.
Now, this part I have no real experience with, as I have never actually had a baby. So, I am relaying on the information from my Mom, aunts, friends and grandmothers. Labour is probably the most painful thing you'll ever endure, I do not doubt that. But, I do marvel at how truly amazing it is that our bodies are designed in such a way that this is possible. Really though, it is amazing that our bodies can endure such extreme pain, push with such force, and in a matters of hours, present the world with a crying little infant.
And, I am told that the memory of how extreme the labour pain is, leaves within moments of giving birth. I am not saying you totally forget about the pain...I mean you have the cuts, blood & stretch marks to remind you. However, our brains are programmed in such a way that we do not remember the severity of the pain. (I mean, if we did, no one would have more then 1 child).
It just amazes me how our baby & our bodies tell us exactly what to do, and essentially, prepare for the delivery of this child by themselves. It really is incredible.
And, once you old that new little one in your arms, how could you regret even one second?
How stinking cute?!
Okay, and lastly, the privilege of Motherhood as your children grow. There is no denying that being a Mom is a lot of work. Heck, I put my Mom through the ringer! However, I have never heard a Mother say she wished she was anything else. No one else gets those quiet, middle of the night nursings. Yes, you may be exhausted and wish your baby would just sleep, but you're the only one who can bond with them this way, and you're the one they need. That is a wonderful reality, despite the nagging exhaustion.
And, you get to be there are they grow up and experience new things. No one gets to experience them quite the same way a mother does. You & that child have a bond that begins 9 months before they bonded with any other human being in their life. The relationship you have with your child will be totally different then any relationship they have with their Father, with their siblings or with their friends. You really did love them first, and they loved you first.
So, remember that you really are privileged as a Mother. Yes, even when your child climbs into your bed or wakes you with their cries in the middle of the night. Yes, even when they throw a tantrum in the middle of Wal-Mart (sorry Mom). Yes, even when they make you want to pull your hair out as a crazy teenager.
You are privileged, even then.
Emily xo
Monday, September 2, 2013
Happy Labour Day!
I hope all my Canadian & American friends had a lovely long Labour Day weekend! I know I did. And, now school begins back up again tomorrow. Sigh. Where did the summer go?
However, I am looking forward to the fall time. I love the cozy sweaters, pumpkins, apples and pie. I love the cool weather and the changing leaves. I love hunting season and Thanksgiving. But, it also means our world is preparing for another long, cold winter. That, I don't love so much.
I wanted to just do a quick post including some pictures from my weekend. My brothers began one last supper project, and was it ever a good one. They built themselves a 'Jeep'. Boy oh boy, they are sure creative when they want to be. Will their marks reflect that this school year? Ya, probably not.
However, I am looking forward to the fall time. I love the cozy sweaters, pumpkins, apples and pie. I love the cool weather and the changing leaves. I love hunting season and Thanksgiving. But, it also means our world is preparing for another long, cold winter. That, I don't love so much.
I wanted to just do a quick post including some pictures from my weekend. My brothers began one last supper project, and was it ever a good one. They built themselves a 'Jeep'. Boy oh boy, they are sure creative when they want to be. Will their marks reflect that this school year? Ya, probably not.
The 'Jeep', in all it's glory!
The base is from an old metal wagon.
Notice they even have a spare tire on the back, not to be confused the the tire that is the steering wheel.
Like their seat? A cushion from an old stroller.
Oh, this is their wagon.
A proud kiddo attaching the wagon.
They haven't quite figured out how they are going to get it to drive, but for now they spend hours pushing each other up & down the drive way. Oh to be little again!
Good luck to any of you heading back to work or school tomorrow after a short summer!
Emily xo
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
My Dear Princess...
For years now I have been writing letters to my future husband...they are hidden away in a box, & written on lined paper, in a note book, scribbled on a scrap of baby, jotted down on a pink sticky note. I have always known one day I would get married & have a family. I know, in my heart, that that is what God has created me for, & I am always discerning life, & feel drawn back to that.
I cannot wait to be married to the man God created for me. For me. He created someone to be my companion, best friend, love and confident. Someone to love me like the Princess He created me to be.
But, today I realized something. Not only do I wait in hopefully anticipation of being married, but I also wait for the day I will (God willing) be blessed with the gift of Motherhood. What a lovely gift that would be! I was inspired to write (& share with you) a letter to my future daughter, if I have one.
My sweet, wee baby girl,
What a precious gift you are! That is my first prayer for you...that you will always know what a precious gift you are. I thank God for your life, & for every perfect piece of you. I pray you'll always know how dear you are to me, how much I love & adore you.
My darling, I promise to love you, unceasingly. Even, when I am tired, life fights to bring me down, I am angry and annoyed...I promise to love you. Please, forgive me for the times I don't show it, but please know I do love you, even then.
Dear little girl, my love is far from perfect. Only one, Holy & Almighty King can love you perfectly. Cling to that love when you feel the world is failing you. I pray you may, even in the darkest days, feel His great, abundant & everlasting love. Nothing you do, think or say can ever make that love falter. The love your father & I show you may sometimes fail you, because of our poor, sinful selves. But, the love of our God, it will be there, with open arms...every moment of every day. Know that, dear one.
As I write this, I am not even married yet. But, I know one thing for certain. The man who is your father will love & adore you. He will treasure you & you will be his Princess. He may not always know how to show you, but when he kisses your bo-bo, he is saying, "I love you, little one." When he reaches for my hand & kisses my lips in front of you he is showing you how love is supposed to look, and he is saying, "I adore you." When he holds you on his lap, showing you how to steer the truck, he is saying, "You are so beautiful, I love you, baby girl." When he changes the oil in your car, he is saying, "I love you." He is saying it the only way he knows how.
As time passes, you will grow. You will notice my teary eyes as I watch you reach milestone after milestone in you life. I am not crying because I am sad to see you grow, I am crying at how quickly time snatches away these moments. I will love watching you become the young lady God intended you to be, but I will be sad knowing soon you won't need me to hold your hand or tuck you in at night or read you stories. Time takes the moments too soon for my liking.
Baby, remember that I too am I daughter. I know what it's like, and I have been where you are. Even though you won't believe me, I truly do understand. If life has taught me anything it is this: you will always be a daughter. You will be our baby even when you have your own. And, you will always be the daughter of your Heavenly Father.
Not only will you always be a daughter, but you will always need your parents. No matter how old you are, or how much experience you've gained, there will always be comfort in calling your parents to ask them questions. Trust me, your grandparents can attest to this. If it wasn't for them I could not be here now. And, age is no factor in how often you will call upon your Father. Never underestimate the power of a prayer. He is always there, waiting to help you. You will always need Him. I promise you that.
So, sweet girl, please know your Momma loved you, even before you were a twinkle in her eye. You will be my whole world, and I will love every moment of getting to know you.
I adore you, Princess.
Love, your Momma
I cannot wait to be married to the man God created for me. For me. He created someone to be my companion, best friend, love and confident. Someone to love me like the Princess He created me to be.
But, today I realized something. Not only do I wait in hopefully anticipation of being married, but I also wait for the day I will (God willing) be blessed with the gift of Motherhood. What a lovely gift that would be! I was inspired to write (& share with you) a letter to my future daughter, if I have one.
My sweet, wee baby girl,
What a precious gift you are! That is my first prayer for you...that you will always know what a precious gift you are. I thank God for your life, & for every perfect piece of you. I pray you'll always know how dear you are to me, how much I love & adore you.
My darling, I promise to love you, unceasingly. Even, when I am tired, life fights to bring me down, I am angry and annoyed...I promise to love you. Please, forgive me for the times I don't show it, but please know I do love you, even then.
Dear little girl, my love is far from perfect. Only one, Holy & Almighty King can love you perfectly. Cling to that love when you feel the world is failing you. I pray you may, even in the darkest days, feel His great, abundant & everlasting love. Nothing you do, think or say can ever make that love falter. The love your father & I show you may sometimes fail you, because of our poor, sinful selves. But, the love of our God, it will be there, with open arms...every moment of every day. Know that, dear one.
As I write this, I am not even married yet. But, I know one thing for certain. The man who is your father will love & adore you. He will treasure you & you will be his Princess. He may not always know how to show you, but when he kisses your bo-bo, he is saying, "I love you, little one." When he reaches for my hand & kisses my lips in front of you he is showing you how love is supposed to look, and he is saying, "I adore you." When he holds you on his lap, showing you how to steer the truck, he is saying, "You are so beautiful, I love you, baby girl." When he changes the oil in your car, he is saying, "I love you." He is saying it the only way he knows how.
As time passes, you will grow. You will notice my teary eyes as I watch you reach milestone after milestone in you life. I am not crying because I am sad to see you grow, I am crying at how quickly time snatches away these moments. I will love watching you become the young lady God intended you to be, but I will be sad knowing soon you won't need me to hold your hand or tuck you in at night or read you stories. Time takes the moments too soon for my liking.
Baby, remember that I too am I daughter. I know what it's like, and I have been where you are. Even though you won't believe me, I truly do understand. If life has taught me anything it is this: you will always be a daughter. You will be our baby even when you have your own. And, you will always be the daughter of your Heavenly Father.
Not only will you always be a daughter, but you will always need your parents. No matter how old you are, or how much experience you've gained, there will always be comfort in calling your parents to ask them questions. Trust me, your grandparents can attest to this. If it wasn't for them I could not be here now. And, age is no factor in how often you will call upon your Father. Never underestimate the power of a prayer. He is always there, waiting to help you. You will always need Him. I promise you that.
So, sweet girl, please know your Momma loved you, even before you were a twinkle in her eye. You will be my whole world, and I will love every moment of getting to know you.
I adore you, Princess.
Love, your Momma
Thursday, August 22, 2013
A Legacy of Faith
On Saturday August 10th my Aunt & Uncle welcomed their first little baby into the world. It was an exciting day for my family, and we cannot wait to meet sweet, little Maria.
She is being baptized at their Parish, about 2 hours from here, on Sunday afternoon. We are anxiously awaiting the day she will be welcomed into the loving home of the Catholic Church, and they day we will all get to lay eyes on her for the first time.
I wanted to take a moment, not only to welcome little Maria into the world, and into the Catholic Church (on Sunday), but to touch on the beautiful gift of new life...and large families. I wrote 2 articles, here & here, back in June about the gift of large families, and the criticism they often face. Today, I want to explain to you about my family.
Both of my parents are one of eight children. My Mom is one of the older ones in her family, and my Dad one of the younger in his. Mom's family is with whom I spent/spend most of my time. I am close with them in proximity (for the most part) and in relationship.
My grandparent, Mom's parents, have one of the most beautiful relationships I have ever seen. When I was in high school we had a fire at our home, and my entire family stayed at my grandparent's house for a few weeks before Christmas. It was then, when I was living under their roof, that I truly got to see their relationship in action. They are so genuinely kind to one another, all the time. But, more then that, they have a faith that has withstood many, many trials and temptations. They still pray together, every single day. That is what has made their relationship so incredibly strong, and what created the pillar that their wonderful family is built on.
This November my grandparents will be married for 50 years...in that time the have purchased and built up an extremely successful family dairy farm. They have raised a house full of wonderful, solid children who love and respect them. They have experienced death, and the lose of close family. They walked their daughters down the aisle, one at a time. They watched as their sons found beautiful wives, and promised to love them forever. The saw their family "go forth and multiple" {Gen.9:7} as their first grandchild (me) was born 21 years ago. They have experienced sorrow as they tore down the house they raised their family in, for safety reasons. They have watched in vain as the farm they worked so hard to create, was reduced to a flaming pile of rubble. They began from scratch, rebuilding a farm and a legacy of hard work & dedication. They stood by and supported their children as difficult decisions were made. They stood by at endless baptisms, First Communions, Confirmations, graduations and sporting events, as they watched their children, and then grandchildren grow. And, this September they will welcome their 33 grand child into the world.
In 50 years they have supported, raised, loved, forgave, taught, nursed, cared for, and prayed for, not only one another, but for 8 children, 8 children-in-law, & 33 grandchildren. God willing, they will still be here to see their great grandchildren as well. I would love for my children to one day have the honour of knowing them.
I think my grandparents are too humble to know the legacy they are leaving behind on this Earth. Because of them, their love, generosity, kindness & faith will long outlive them.
Thank you, Nanna & Poppa, for this wonderful gift. I love you!
Emily xo
She is being baptized at their Parish, about 2 hours from here, on Sunday afternoon. We are anxiously awaiting the day she will be welcomed into the loving home of the Catholic Church, and they day we will all get to lay eyes on her for the first time.
I wanted to take a moment, not only to welcome little Maria into the world, and into the Catholic Church (on Sunday), but to touch on the beautiful gift of new life...and large families. I wrote 2 articles, here & here, back in June about the gift of large families, and the criticism they often face. Today, I want to explain to you about my family.
Both of my parents are one of eight children. My Mom is one of the older ones in her family, and my Dad one of the younger in his. Mom's family is with whom I spent/spend most of my time. I am close with them in proximity (for the most part) and in relationship.
My grandparent, Mom's parents, have one of the most beautiful relationships I have ever seen. When I was in high school we had a fire at our home, and my entire family stayed at my grandparent's house for a few weeks before Christmas. It was then, when I was living under their roof, that I truly got to see their relationship in action. They are so genuinely kind to one another, all the time. But, more then that, they have a faith that has withstood many, many trials and temptations. They still pray together, every single day. That is what has made their relationship so incredibly strong, and what created the pillar that their wonderful family is built on.
This November my grandparents will be married for 50 years...in that time the have purchased and built up an extremely successful family dairy farm. They have raised a house full of wonderful, solid children who love and respect them. They have experienced death, and the lose of close family. They walked their daughters down the aisle, one at a time. They watched as their sons found beautiful wives, and promised to love them forever. The saw their family "go forth and multiple" {Gen.9:7} as their first grandchild (me) was born 21 years ago. They have experienced sorrow as they tore down the house they raised their family in, for safety reasons. They have watched in vain as the farm they worked so hard to create, was reduced to a flaming pile of rubble. They began from scratch, rebuilding a farm and a legacy of hard work & dedication. They stood by and supported their children as difficult decisions were made. They stood by at endless baptisms, First Communions, Confirmations, graduations and sporting events, as they watched their children, and then grandchildren grow. And, this September they will welcome their 33 grand child into the world.
In 50 years they have supported, raised, loved, forgave, taught, nursed, cared for, and prayed for, not only one another, but for 8 children, 8 children-in-law, & 33 grandchildren. God willing, they will still be here to see their great grandchildren as well. I would love for my children to one day have the honour of knowing them.
I think my grandparents are too humble to know the legacy they are leaving behind on this Earth. Because of them, their love, generosity, kindness & faith will long outlive them.
Thank you, Nanna & Poppa, for this wonderful gift. I love you!
Emily xo
Saturday, August 17, 2013
The Last Days
Summer is coming to an end here on Ontario. Sigh.
We had a really warm July, which was lovely, and perfect for beach days. But, August is getting chilly. I love fall, but it's August 17th, & it's too early for me. I am not letting the chilly temperatures ruin these last few weeks of summer, though!
My parents always rent a cottage for a week over the summer. It's never the same cottage...always a new one, with a new adventure. And, we all love it. However, my siblings & I are getting older, so last summer, and this summer my sister, brother & I weren't able to spend the week cottaging. With work and other commitments of growing up getting in the way, I miss those weeks I had growing up.
My parents had a cottage rented this past week. I didn't think I was going to be able to get up to it at all, but was over joyed when I was able to sneak away from the world for 2 days and enjoy some time relaxing. Troy & went up late Wednesday night, after I finished work, and came back early this morning so I could get to work on time today. We really enjoyed our time with my family, and I wanted to share some pictures from our mini vacation with you.
Enjoy & happy last weeks of summer!
Make the moment of these last days of summer!
We had a really warm July, which was lovely, and perfect for beach days. But, August is getting chilly. I love fall, but it's August 17th, & it's too early for me. I am not letting the chilly temperatures ruin these last few weeks of summer, though!
My parents always rent a cottage for a week over the summer. It's never the same cottage...always a new one, with a new adventure. And, we all love it. However, my siblings & I are getting older, so last summer, and this summer my sister, brother & I weren't able to spend the week cottaging. With work and other commitments of growing up getting in the way, I miss those weeks I had growing up.
My parents had a cottage rented this past week. I didn't think I was going to be able to get up to it at all, but was over joyed when I was able to sneak away from the world for 2 days and enjoy some time relaxing. Troy & went up late Wednesday night, after I finished work, and came back early this morning so I could get to work on time today. We really enjoyed our time with my family, and I wanted to share some pictures from our mini vacation with you.
Enjoy & happy last weeks of summer!
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| The flowers were in full bloom, and looking beautiful. Had to share! |
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| Mary & Tess in the kitchen :) |
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| There were some serious washer games going on this week. I have a very competitive family! |
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| Isn't he the cutest? Look at that smile! |
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| Troy & Tess- the greatest washer fans this side of the Valley! |
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| Look at this little fella! |
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| No doubt about it, Dad kicked some butt at washers! |
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| These two! So cute <3 Despite the chilly air and water, they were unstoppable with their swimming. |
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| She was just too cute in all her pink! |
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| And the fisherfolk head out in their canoe...and returned with a whole lot of nothing. *sigh* |
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| Yes, we were at the beach. Yes, it was freezing & the blanket was necessary. Yes, there was a lot of swimming done! |
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| My love. |
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| The boys & I. The hotdogs Dad made were a hit! Thanks, Dad! |
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| Look at those two, cooking away...so in love. |
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| kisses:) |
Make the moment of these last days of summer!
Love,
Emily xo
Monday, July 29, 2013
Play Ball
Soft ball is big at my house. Most of my siblings play on softball teams during the spring and summer months, and most nights of the weeks you can find us running to ball diamonds in small neighboring towns. Everyone loves it, at the start. But I will admit, even our little ball players and us, their adoring fans, are growing weary of the game as the end of July approaches and seasons come to a close.
But our family more then just plays on softball teams. You can pretty well find at least one child with a ball glove or bat in hand in our yard on any given day. There are always little ones falling us around, begging us to come play a game in our 'field' (a large chunk of lawn that has been designated for all things sports). And, our family also plans a 3-Pitch Ball Tournament for our Church every July as a fundraiser.
The other night was one of those rare evenings where the little ones were able to convince all the 'big kids' (our Mom included) that were home to join in a rip-roaring ball game in front of our home. The sun was setting and it was cooling off for the evening. It was an absolutely perfect summer night, and I couldn't help but capture a few moments.
My team lost, by the way. However, I did fairly well for my first game in awhile...even if the 5 year old showed me up!
Happy playing!
Emily xo
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| Getting ready for 'the big game' |
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| A perfect night-ball game with a sunset back drop |
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| I am pretty sure that the 5 year old kicked my sorry butt! |
Happy playing!
Emily xo
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Who Needs a Pool?
Maybe at-home swimming pools are, in fact, over rated. Or, maybe not.
The other night I pulled into the driveway of my parent's home after work to this lovely sight.
The other night I pulled into the driveway of my parent's home after work to this lovely sight.
My Dad works as a carpenter and spends most days building or re-doing homes. Apparently a recent reno involved removing a bath tub. And, somehow that bath tub wound up at our house. I am sure my Mother was thrilled. In his defense, it was behind the garage. Out of sight, at least.
On this particular day the ruthless stretch of merciless summer heat we'd been getting had gotten a little too much for these wee ones to handle. One of my brothers, with the help of a length of chain, dragged this across the yard so it ended up near the hose...and right by our front door.
An ideal place for a swimming pool, no?
I mean, I can't really blame them...It was hot enough that I seriously considered joining them. But, by the time I got home it was nearly time for supper, and their pool had to close up for the night. Eating sure can get in the way of serious fun, such as this.
I hope you're staying cool this summer...any way you have to!
Emilyxo
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Painting your Eyes
The other day I called home while I was at work. My sister answered the phone, and I said, "What's up?"
An innocent question, no?
Her response went something like this... "Wellllll, Tessa found Mom's lipstick, and she put it on her eyes. Mom and Katie have tried everything to get it off, but it is still on there."
Okay, this is fairly hilarious. But, there are a couple things that make it even more funny. First of all, I don't think I have ever seen my Mother wear lipstick, so I have no idea where Tessa found it. I mean, she is 2 and a half, and if you have any experience with 2 1/2 year olds then you know that they find things you didn't even know you had, and they are always things you don't want them to get their hands on. But I will admit, I am curious as to not only where in the world this lipstick came from, but as to how the heck old it is!
The second thing is that, although I am sure my Mom and sister were alarmed to find she had 'painted her eyes', as she says, they had the piece of mind to take pictures. I am so, so thankful for cameras, and camera phones at this moment. I am even more thankful that Katie and Mom took pictures, because now, as long as she lives, we have proof of this moment. Will this not be fabulous to show future boyfriends? I cannot wait.
Hahaha...I hope this makes you smile.
-Emily xo
An innocent question, no?
Her response went something like this... "Wellllll, Tessa found Mom's lipstick, and she put it on her eyes. Mom and Katie have tried everything to get it off, but it is still on there."
Okay, this is fairly hilarious. But, there are a couple things that make it even more funny. First of all, I don't think I have ever seen my Mother wear lipstick, so I have no idea where Tessa found it. I mean, she is 2 and a half, and if you have any experience with 2 1/2 year olds then you know that they find things you didn't even know you had, and they are always things you don't want them to get their hands on. But I will admit, I am curious as to not only where in the world this lipstick came from, but as to how the heck old it is!
The second thing is that, although I am sure my Mom and sister were alarmed to find she had 'painted her eyes', as she says, they had the piece of mind to take pictures. I am so, so thankful for cameras, and camera phones at this moment. I am even more thankful that Katie and Mom took pictures, because now, as long as she lives, we have proof of this moment. Will this not be fabulous to show future boyfriends? I cannot wait.
Hahaha...I hope this makes you smile.
-Emily xo
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Large Family Don't Care-Part 2
As promised, here is part two.
This post will focus on the benefits of a large family, and why they are important, not only to the members of the family, but to society as a whole.
1. Being part of a large family never allows for boredom. There is always something to be done. And, if you do have a moment of down time then there are things you truly want to do...like read a good book, watch a show, write a letter, surf the internet. And, you really enjoy whatever you are doing during that downtime.
2. I am never lonely. There is always someone to talk to or hang out with. And, on the very rare occasion there isn't then you embrace the peacefulness of the moment!
3. Someone always has your back. Just last week my sister told me that our brother stood up to a young man that said some very rude things to her. He has her back. It's like having built in body guards.
4. Outfit opportunities are endless. Boys may not appreciate this, but girls sure do! When you have sisters who are close to your size you can share clothes and shoes and it's great!
5. You have a built in, brutally honest opinion panel. Siblings don't tend to sugar coat things. If you want to know how an outfits looks and get a 100% honest answer, ask the 10 year old boy.
6. It is fabulous relationship discernment. When I began dating my boyfriend I wanted someone who would not only love me, but my family. Someone who understood dating with purpose (meaning, discernment of marriage) and who was good with children. A man who was faithful and not afraid to pray. Having a large family allowed for me to see how wonderful he is with children, and how he was not afraid to pray the rosary with my family after dinner when he was over.
7. Large families help you learn about life. Having the 'talk' isn't nearly as bad when you can look around and see the product of it (meaning children). It helps you be better able to embrace the fact that sex is a beautiful thing and nothing to be ashamed of. And, it helps you understand why it belongs only within a marriage.
Bonding and babies people! Bonding and Babies!
8. You have built in friends who cannot abandon you, even if they want to! Muhahahha! Seriously though, I remember going through losing friends and growing apart from friends. It is hard and it stinks. But, knowing I had my sisters at home who would never do that to me was a huge source of comfort.
9. You learn and understand about the opposite sex. Having brothers is fantastic. Because, I am able to understand how their minds work, how to best relate to them, and what they enjoy. This is something I can apply in every aspect of my life when I encounter males in the workplace, school, etc.
10. I never have to question love. I know what love is because I see it active and alive in my parents and siblings. I know what a marriage is supposed to look like, and I know how to love those around me, even when I hate them.
This is the greatest gift.
Go have yourself some big families!!
-Emily xox
This post will focus on the benefits of a large family, and why they are important, not only to the members of the family, but to society as a whole.
1. Being part of a large family never allows for boredom. There is always something to be done. And, if you do have a moment of down time then there are things you truly want to do...like read a good book, watch a show, write a letter, surf the internet. And, you really enjoy whatever you are doing during that downtime.
2. I am never lonely. There is always someone to talk to or hang out with. And, on the very rare occasion there isn't then you embrace the peacefulness of the moment!
3. Someone always has your back. Just last week my sister told me that our brother stood up to a young man that said some very rude things to her. He has her back. It's like having built in body guards.
4. Outfit opportunities are endless. Boys may not appreciate this, but girls sure do! When you have sisters who are close to your size you can share clothes and shoes and it's great!
5. You have a built in, brutally honest opinion panel. Siblings don't tend to sugar coat things. If you want to know how an outfits looks and get a 100% honest answer, ask the 10 year old boy.
6. It is fabulous relationship discernment. When I began dating my boyfriend I wanted someone who would not only love me, but my family. Someone who understood dating with purpose (meaning, discernment of marriage) and who was good with children. A man who was faithful and not afraid to pray. Having a large family allowed for me to see how wonderful he is with children, and how he was not afraid to pray the rosary with my family after dinner when he was over.
7. Large families help you learn about life. Having the 'talk' isn't nearly as bad when you can look around and see the product of it (meaning children). It helps you be better able to embrace the fact that sex is a beautiful thing and nothing to be ashamed of. And, it helps you understand why it belongs only within a marriage.
Bonding and babies people! Bonding and Babies!
8. You have built in friends who cannot abandon you, even if they want to! Muhahahha! Seriously though, I remember going through losing friends and growing apart from friends. It is hard and it stinks. But, knowing I had my sisters at home who would never do that to me was a huge source of comfort.
9. You learn and understand about the opposite sex. Having brothers is fantastic. Because, I am able to understand how their minds work, how to best relate to them, and what they enjoy. This is something I can apply in every aspect of my life when I encounter males in the workplace, school, etc.
10. I never have to question love. I know what love is because I see it active and alive in my parents and siblings. I know what a marriage is supposed to look like, and I know how to love those around me, even when I hate them.
This is the greatest gift.
Go have yourself some big families!!
-Emily xox
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Large Family Don't Care- Part 1
When I was in grade nine my Mom told us that she was expecting her 8th child. I rememeber being over the moon excited for this little one, until one day someone said something that totally crushed my spirits.
My Mom had given up permission to finally tell our friends and classmates. One of my peers, whose locker was near mine, overheard me telling another one of my friends the big news. She turned to face me and said one word that nearly made me want to hit her.
"Why?"
My stomach dropped. This girl (who was an only child, by the way) had never met any other member of my family. She didn't know anything about us and here she was, passing judgement because of my number of siblings. A baby should be a source of joy. Always. But, this young lady could not see how having another child in our home would be anything but a burden.
I think why this moment sticks out in my memory so much is that is was the first time I had experienced any reaction, other then joy, when I spoke about my siblings. Since then I have heard it all. But, when I was 14, this was all new to me. It shocked and appalled me. It still does, actually.
I am going to do a 2-part post about this. This is part one, and I am going to tell you things I have heard from people when they ask how many siblings I have, and why it angers me. Part 2 will focus on why a big family isn't burdensome or awful, and my opinion on all of this. Keep in mind, I live in a very small town, so I am sure what people have said to me is fairly mild compared to what I would hear in a larger centre. Also keep in mind I am a Catholic, and large families are not uncommon, especially in the Catholic community where I live.
Here we go...
-please note the sarcasm in the responses-
"Do your parent's not own a TV?"
- Okay, yes as a matter of fact we do have a TV. However, what does this matter? Are you saying my parent's should watch TV instead of procreating? Yes? Ok, well let me put it this way...I am pretty darn sure that if more married couples used sex for 'bonding and babies' then divorce would be decreasing like crazy!
TV is not a replacement for sex. My parent's are not having sex and making me more siblings because they are bored and don't want to watch TV it is because the genuinely love one another, and our family.
Grrrr....
"Have they never heard of birth control?"
-Birth control? What is that?
Seriously, of course they have heard of birth control.... I am pretty sure if you asked a kindergarten class that they would say they'd heard of it. How could you not?
But, I think what you really mean is do they use birth control. And, that answer is no. Of course not. Neither would you if you did any amount of serious research on it. They do however use NFP. Which, by the way, is 95-99% effective, depending on the method you choose to use. And, they do not pump you full of nasty hormones and unnatural ingredients or objects.
"Is your Mom pregnant again yet?"
-Actually no, sorry to disappoint. She and my father have actually decided to stop having children because of you response when she is pregnant. But, I will tell her you were asking in case this means you'd actually give your approval of her having another baby.
"Why would you want your Mom to have more children?"
Silly. I clearly want more children because I love never having my own room. Or, even my own bed. And, I love having to fight over who uses to car. Oh, did I mention I love having built in clothes thieves?
Seriously though, how many children my parent's have is not actually up to me (and it's for sure not up to you). If I didn't want more siblings (which I do, by the way) that really doesn't matter. This decision belongs to my parents.
And, if you have ever had siblings then you know that they come with trials and hardships...but they also come with irreplaceable blessings. For example, I am never, ever lonely. Or bored. My sister has a massive closet, and I have access to outfits I wouldn't otherwise own. I get more opinions on everything I do then I know what to do with. I could look at that as a burden, or a blessing. But, it is nice to know someone (or 10 someones) is always looking out for my best interests.
I could go on and on.
But mostly, I just love babies:)
I have heard many, many more things.... but here is just a taste of what I have been exposed to. Of course there have been tons of wonderful, happy responses and for those I am thankful. But, what stands out more are the ones that hurt my heart. I also figured they were worth mentioning because maybe some of you have been on the delivering end of comments like these, and maybe now you can appreciate how it feels from here on the receiving end.
So, embrace large families. I mean, after all, they are creating your future.
-Emily xo
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Proms and Birthday at the Troutman House
In the last week my seventeen year old brother attended his senior prom, and my little sister celebrated her sweet sixteen.
I am feeling very old.
It's funny how time passes so quickly, and we forget to even notice. It seems like not long ago that my brother began kindergarten, and refused to draw a person, as the teacher requested. He drew a tiger. He's always had a mind of his own.
It seems like not many years ago we used to play 'motorcycles' by driving our bikes around the yard, and play British Bulldog on the lawn. He was often reduced to tears at the sound of my parent's calling us in at dusk for bedtime. And, not so long ago his dreams of a future included being a hockey player priest like Father Eve (a family friend).
It is crazy to me that he attended his senior prom in a sharp looking suit, and stood next to his date, in her stunning gown. I cannot believe he now towers over me, and can play volleyball better then anyone I know. It wasn't so long ago that he needed me to lift him up to reach something on the counter, or needed my help with something nearly every day.
I love my brother dearly, but time has passed far to quickly in our relationship. I am deathly afraid that I haven't made the most of every moment we have had together, and that one day he may not hold dear to the memories we could have had together.
As for my sister's sweet sixteen...I still remember finding her at the bottom of the stairs, where she'd emptied the entire contents of a cereal box. I can still picture her in the baby seat on the back of my Mom's bicycle when we went on long (or at least they seemed long) bike rides. I remember her and my brother having a rooster farm, and saving the mice we found in our chicken coop. She's always been a little tom boy...but she isn't any more. She is a gorgeous young lady. Gorgeous. I am so blessed to know her, and to call her my sister!
I hope I can treasure every moment I have with her so that we don't loose even one potential memory. I know I have failed in the past, and let moments pass by without really taking note. But, this is my commitment...not only in these relationships, but with every relationship: to always, always be truly present, and be constantly making memories.
Time passes far to fast, and we never know when it will pass us by. We need to make the most of every breath.
Here's to making memories! Many blessings,
Emily xo
I am feeling very old.
It's funny how time passes so quickly, and we forget to even notice. It seems like not long ago that my brother began kindergarten, and refused to draw a person, as the teacher requested. He drew a tiger. He's always had a mind of his own.
It seems like not many years ago we used to play 'motorcycles' by driving our bikes around the yard, and play British Bulldog on the lawn. He was often reduced to tears at the sound of my parent's calling us in at dusk for bedtime. And, not so long ago his dreams of a future included being a hockey player priest like Father Eve (a family friend).
It is crazy to me that he attended his senior prom in a sharp looking suit, and stood next to his date, in her stunning gown. I cannot believe he now towers over me, and can play volleyball better then anyone I know. It wasn't so long ago that he needed me to lift him up to reach something on the counter, or needed my help with something nearly every day.
I love my brother dearly, but time has passed far to quickly in our relationship. I am deathly afraid that I haven't made the most of every moment we have had together, and that one day he may not hold dear to the memories we could have had together.
As for my sister's sweet sixteen...I still remember finding her at the bottom of the stairs, where she'd emptied the entire contents of a cereal box. I can still picture her in the baby seat on the back of my Mom's bicycle when we went on long (or at least they seemed long) bike rides. I remember her and my brother having a rooster farm, and saving the mice we found in our chicken coop. She's always been a little tom boy...but she isn't any more. She is a gorgeous young lady. Gorgeous. I am so blessed to know her, and to call her my sister!
I hope I can treasure every moment I have with her so that we don't loose even one potential memory. I know I have failed in the past, and let moments pass by without really taking note. But, this is my commitment...not only in these relationships, but with every relationship: to always, always be truly present, and be constantly making memories.
Time passes far to fast, and we never know when it will pass us by. We need to make the most of every breath.
Here's to making memories! Many blessings,
Emily xo
Friday, May 31, 2013
A History of the Walls
A few weeks ago a house burnt down. It was late at night and my sister woke me to show me the orange flames that lit up the black sky. Panic is my first instinct. But, we soon learned it was an abandoned house, and the entire thing burnt to the ground that night.
I am thankful the house was abandoned and that no one lost their home that night, and that no one was hurt. But, it was kind of sad at the same time. Because, at one point that was someone's home.
I love old things...I know this sounds silly, but I do. I love elderly people and find them fascinating to speak to. I love to listen to their stories, even when their memory fails them. I love how the look at me with eyes that have been clouded with passing time. I love how the call me dear and hold my hand while I talk to them. I love the wrinkles that are on their face and on their hands because it means they have lived a life that may have not been easy, but was worth it.
I love antique things. I love the history that is told in every scratch and scrape along a tabletop. I love the imperfections in the make of an old chair that means it was made at home, with hours of labour. I love the way antique stores smell and the people who own them. I love that if the furniture could speak they could tell me stories of babies being born, or children with a hurt knee and the Momma who kissed it better. They could tell me of the smell of the kitchen while bread was baking and about the hands of the farmer who guided the plough.
I love old houses. We have a lot of these where I live. Big, old farm houses that are stunning. I love how these houses were made to withstand the tests of time. I love how the floors are crooked, and the stairs are steep. I love how the windows make the world look like you are looking through a fun house mirror, and how the pains rattle when there is a storm. And, I love the stories the walls could tell if they could speak.
Imagine...
Think of all the memories you have with your own family. Imagine what the walls could tell you about everything they have seen in the last 200 years, and of the families who were raised there. They could tell you about the people who walked through the doorway and about the laughter that filled the home. The could tell you about the support the offered when men and woman leaned against them as they gave way to sorrowful tears. They could tell me about babies that were rocked to sleep and that grew up into handsome young men. They could tell me about young ladies dressing in an upstairs bedroom in a beautiful wedding gown. And about how all the crops died one year, and there wasn't enough food on the table. They could tell me stories of love, sorrow and joy; of family, friendship and romance; of laughter, tears and hiccups. Wouldn't that be neat??
I love the memories, stories and history that is held within an elderly person or an old home. It is a beautiful legacy of life and death and one that should be treasured.
-Emily xo
I am thankful the house was abandoned and that no one lost their home that night, and that no one was hurt. But, it was kind of sad at the same time. Because, at one point that was someone's home.
I love old things...I know this sounds silly, but I do. I love elderly people and find them fascinating to speak to. I love to listen to their stories, even when their memory fails them. I love how the look at me with eyes that have been clouded with passing time. I love how the call me dear and hold my hand while I talk to them. I love the wrinkles that are on their face and on their hands because it means they have lived a life that may have not been easy, but was worth it.
I love antique things. I love the history that is told in every scratch and scrape along a tabletop. I love the imperfections in the make of an old chair that means it was made at home, with hours of labour. I love the way antique stores smell and the people who own them. I love that if the furniture could speak they could tell me stories of babies being born, or children with a hurt knee and the Momma who kissed it better. They could tell me of the smell of the kitchen while bread was baking and about the hands of the farmer who guided the plough.
I love old houses. We have a lot of these where I live. Big, old farm houses that are stunning. I love how these houses were made to withstand the tests of time. I love how the floors are crooked, and the stairs are steep. I love how the windows make the world look like you are looking through a fun house mirror, and how the pains rattle when there is a storm. And, I love the stories the walls could tell if they could speak.
Imagine...
Think of all the memories you have with your own family. Imagine what the walls could tell you about everything they have seen in the last 200 years, and of the families who were raised there. They could tell you about the people who walked through the doorway and about the laughter that filled the home. The could tell you about the support the offered when men and woman leaned against them as they gave way to sorrowful tears. They could tell me about babies that were rocked to sleep and that grew up into handsome young men. They could tell me about young ladies dressing in an upstairs bedroom in a beautiful wedding gown. And about how all the crops died one year, and there wasn't enough food on the table. They could tell me stories of love, sorrow and joy; of family, friendship and romance; of laughter, tears and hiccups. Wouldn't that be neat??
I love the memories, stories and history that is held within an elderly person or an old home. It is a beautiful legacy of life and death and one that should be treasured.
-Emily xo
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Happy Mother's Day, Momma!
If you're a Mother, I am wishing you a beautiful, happy & blessed Mother's Day. Please know how important you are, not only to your children, but to the whole of society.
In honour of my own Mom, I am writing a letter to thank her.
Dear Momma,
Happy Mother's Day! Thank you for being the best mother I could have ever asked for or ever imagined. Thank you for always being here, and always placing your role as a Mom before all else. I know I speak for all of us when I say, we are blessed to have you, and we love you.
You have sacrificed so much of yourself to raise all of us, and I hope we make you proud every single day. Thank you for giving up your quiet morning prayer time and cup of coffee for a waking baby who needs breakfast. Thank you for sacrificing fancy dates for a family movie night and watching Toy Story for the hundredth time. Thank you for sacrificing leisurely shopping trips for crazy trips for the grocery store with fussy little toddlers. Thank you for doing without brand new clothes so I could have the prettiest prom dress. Thank you for staying up late because I had a fever instead of going to bed after a very long day.
Thank you for praying for me, always. Thank you for holding my hand and teaching me how to kneel, fold my hands and say my prayers. Thank you for showing me, by your most beautiful example, how to be a woman of God, how to be a woman who has the humility and grace to submit to Daddy, and allow him to lead our home to our Heavenly Father. Thank you for teaching me how to serve everyone around me. Thank you for showing me how to be a kind, loving witness for God and of all things the Catholic Church stands for. Thank you for disciplining me and setting rules so I could learn, strive and grow within them.
Thank you for loving Daddy with you whole heart. Thank you for the way you meet him at the door when he comes home from work, with a kiss and a smile. Thank you for showing me how much you love him, and treasure him, and for teaching me what a good, holy marriage looks like. Thank you for blessing me with all my little siblings. They are my built in best friends, and I treasure the memories I continue to make with them. Thank you for using me as your babysitter a hundred times so I could learn a little bit about taking care of little ones.
Mom, you have shown me that being a woman, a wife and a mother is a privilege and gift. Thank you for never pushing me into a career or school that would have suffocated me. Thank you, for instead showing me that it's okay to want to be a Wife and a Mother.
But most of all, thank you for loving me. Even when I make it difficult. This day is truly all about you. I hope you can enjoy, and that you are able to see just how much you mean to me.
I love you, Momma.
A hundred hugs and kisses,
Emily xo
In honour of my own Mom, I am writing a letter to thank her.
Momma & I at my Prom
Dear Momma,
Happy Mother's Day! Thank you for being the best mother I could have ever asked for or ever imagined. Thank you for always being here, and always placing your role as a Mom before all else. I know I speak for all of us when I say, we are blessed to have you, and we love you.
You have sacrificed so much of yourself to raise all of us, and I hope we make you proud every single day. Thank you for giving up your quiet morning prayer time and cup of coffee for a waking baby who needs breakfast. Thank you for sacrificing fancy dates for a family movie night and watching Toy Story for the hundredth time. Thank you for sacrificing leisurely shopping trips for crazy trips for the grocery store with fussy little toddlers. Thank you for doing without brand new clothes so I could have the prettiest prom dress. Thank you for staying up late because I had a fever instead of going to bed after a very long day.
Thank you for praying for me, always. Thank you for holding my hand and teaching me how to kneel, fold my hands and say my prayers. Thank you for showing me, by your most beautiful example, how to be a woman of God, how to be a woman who has the humility and grace to submit to Daddy, and allow him to lead our home to our Heavenly Father. Thank you for teaching me how to serve everyone around me. Thank you for showing me how to be a kind, loving witness for God and of all things the Catholic Church stands for. Thank you for disciplining me and setting rules so I could learn, strive and grow within them.
Thank you for loving Daddy with you whole heart. Thank you for the way you meet him at the door when he comes home from work, with a kiss and a smile. Thank you for showing me how much you love him, and treasure him, and for teaching me what a good, holy marriage looks like. Thank you for blessing me with all my little siblings. They are my built in best friends, and I treasure the memories I continue to make with them. Thank you for using me as your babysitter a hundred times so I could learn a little bit about taking care of little ones.
Mom, you have shown me that being a woman, a wife and a mother is a privilege and gift. Thank you for never pushing me into a career or school that would have suffocated me. Thank you, for instead showing me that it's okay to want to be a Wife and a Mother.
But most of all, thank you for loving me. Even when I make it difficult. This day is truly all about you. I hope you can enjoy, and that you are able to see just how much you mean to me.
I love you, Momma.
A hundred hugs and kisses,
Emily xo
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Men of Courage
A few weeks ago I posted about the movie Courageous, and how wonderful it was. The thing I loved about the movie was that it encouraged men to be men, and to stand up for their families. It promoted Men of Courage and of good value, and Heaven knows we need more men like that!
When I attended the March for Life on May 9th, 2013 I saw a young man, probably in his late 20s, with a sign that broke my heart. I wish I had taken a photo of him, but I remember what his sign said. At the March, there were of course, pro-choice folks out who were protesting our protest. For the most part they were all gathered together in one area, behind a fence and police officers. There were topless woman tossing condoms into the street at us (yes, thank you pro-choicers, we would love to have condoms. I am not sure if you noticed, but we are actually protesting the use of them) and chanting, "Get your rosaries of our ovaries" (this deserves a whole other post, but I would just like to point out that this chant makes zero sense AND does not rhyme.)
Anyway, back to this young man. He was off by himself, and I actually saw him at a few different parts of the March. He was walking with us I guess, but protesting us at the same time. He was totally alone every time I saw him, and I actually felt very sorry for him. His sad sign read,
When I attended the March for Life on May 9th, 2013 I saw a young man, probably in his late 20s, with a sign that broke my heart. I wish I had taken a photo of him, but I remember what his sign said. At the March, there were of course, pro-choice folks out who were protesting our protest. For the most part they were all gathered together in one area, behind a fence and police officers. There were topless woman tossing condoms into the street at us (yes, thank you pro-choicers, we would love to have condoms. I am not sure if you noticed, but we are actually protesting the use of them) and chanting, "Get your rosaries of our ovaries" (this deserves a whole other post, but I would just like to point out that this chant makes zero sense AND does not rhyme.)
Anyway, back to this young man. He was off by himself, and I actually saw him at a few different parts of the March. He was walking with us I guess, but protesting us at the same time. He was totally alone every time I saw him, and I actually felt very sorry for him. His sad sign read,
"Men- Back off.
It's Her Body!"
I think it is easy for us, as pro-lifers, to look at him and judge him for being a coward. Which, I guess he is. But, in his mind he is doing a great thing. See, I imagine this is what he is thinking... that he is helping to free and liberate women for the awful, traditional men who would embrace their fatherhood, and have a say in what happens to the little life they helped create within a woman's body. But, here is the reality, women don't need men to say, "It's your body, so it's your choice. Do what you want." I think that women think that that is what they want because they are often scared and angry in the face of an unwanted pregnancy. But no woman wants the father of the baby she's carrying to not care what happens to her or their child. She wants a man to help her make a decision.
I am fully aware that a lot of times the decision they make together could still end in abortion, and that saddens me, of course. Because, men who have a say in what happens to their child still may not recognize the new life growing inside the woman as a new person, but rather as a blob of tissue. But this is a step in the right direction. At least men would be stepping up and, recognizing the little one as a new life will come.
We need men to care about life. We need men to have an opinion. Especially in this area! We need men to come aboard the pro-life movement, and recognize their fatherhood. It's cowardly to say it's the woman's decision! Did you not have a part in placing that new life there, sir? Yes, yes you did. So you get a say in what happens next (and I hope and pray that that say is one for life!). Our world needs men of courage to stand up for life, and help women instead of 'liberating' them.
Thank you, so, so much for every single man who defends life. You are doing a wonderful, beautiful thing. Thank you for acknowledging your role and your Fatherhood. You are a credit to your gender.
Please join me in praying for this young man...and for all other men who join him in this passive viewpoint of abortion and in their wrongly placed passion for women's rights.
God bless you,
-Emily xo
Friday, May 10, 2013
Gendercide? What in the world?
Give us the grace...When the sacredness of life before birth is attacked, to stand up and proclaim that no one ever has the authority to destroy unborn life."
-Blessed Pope John Paul II
Yesterday I had the wonderful privilege to participate in the National March for Life in Ottawa, Ontario. I cannot thank everyone who made that possible enough. I am so incredibly thankful that I have a job and employer that allowed me the time off to make the trip to Ottawa yesterday. I am grateful for our local pro-life association for doing all the leg work to get a bus together so I didn't have to drive down. I am thankful for the hard work and dedication of the hundreds of people who put in countless hours to organize and fund such a massive rally. I thank the hundreds of Police Officers who showed up to keep the March as peaceful as possible, even if they did not agree with what we were doing. And, I am so thankful for the 20 or so thousand people who showed up from, not only across the country, but from other countries as well.
But here is what I am most thankful for. I cannot express how thankful I am today that I live in Canada, and that I am able to be a part of a peaceful protest like this. Because, today I am alive. I have not been shot and killed for publicly expressing my opinion on life. I have not been physically injured, or forced into hiding.
See, there are many things wrong with Canada, and I am often ashamed of what my country stands for. However, I am well aware that being able to stand up and protest my opinion that, Canada not having any law about abortion is incredibly unjust, is something I would not be permitted to do in many parts of the world.
That being said, I would like to talk a little bit about my experience yesterday at the March.
First of all, the number of young people there was truly unbelievable. It makes my so proud of, not only my generation, but of the next. We need more and more young people protesting this injustice. I think it in so wonderful that we are able to recognize that we are missing a great number of our generation, and that that is outrageous and unfair. So, if you were a young person out there yesterday, thank you for taking the time out of your busy lives to come.
Second, I would like to remark on the media. EWTN was there to cover the March, which is amazing. Click here for details on when the segment will air. The March was also covered by some other, non-Catholic, media sources, which is a step up from other years. However, this is what blows me away. Yesterday there was a grand total of 25, 000 people in front of the Parliament Buildings. 25,000 pro-life advocates. Did you get that? 25,000. That is a lot of people. Now, imagine there was some other protest going on at Parliament Hill, and that many people showed up. Would that not be front page, breaking news worthy? I'd say yes, more then likely. But, when there are 25,000 people peacefully (at least for the most part) protesting the unjust murder of millions of babies in our country (this year specifically focusing on female gendercide), there was very little (and even less accurate) news coverage. Is our country really that terrified of people peacefully defending infants?
I have a few other things I want to say on this topic, but those will wait for another day. I don't want to bore you! So, thank you if you defend life from conception to natural death- Remember that "if the world hates you, you know that it hated [Jesus] before it hated you." John 15:18
Keep praying for those wee babies! And, God bless you for your efforts!
My sister, Katie and I.
-Emily xo
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