Author: alwaysbridging

Reflecting on Sunday

The sweetest giggle yesterday was when 4-and-a-half-year-old Miriam skipped up to say, “Guess what? We’ve been reading your blobs.” My blobs, eh? Gotta love it! From the mouths of babes.

So Monday in Lent is back and I am recognizing the wisdom of those interspersed Sundays. For one thing, I don’t post. And if you’ve been reading along, you know feasting and fasting for me have little to do with food.

The fact that the community gathers on those days around God’s Table has been just down-right fun, er, with all the appropriate Lenten solemnity that is. That’s the best feast.

Another March Birth

Recently we celebrated Chef Carolina—whose birthday was while I was away. We also raised a toast to the arrival of Quarter Ton Events, LLC.

As grandmother, I couldn’t be more proud.

Happy Birthday, Rob Reid!

I’m glad I got up before Rob this morning because it’s his birthday and I was the one who found the leak. Our house is almost 100 years old so this kind of thing happens. Still, the whole time I was mopping up, I was bemoaning that he’d need to spend any time on his actual birthday on plumbing.

I should have known better. He likes projects especially when I help with the prep and clean-up. And just like during the lockdown, I took the time to watch him assess the damage, correct it in no time flat and leave me to my part of setting things straight.

We are different in many ways, this being one of them. I am feeling super warm and grateful to be his teammate—past, present and future.

Thanks Be.

Glad to be home

Ready to lead Thursday Morning Prayer via Zoom. Grateful to be in this particular circle again.

MOM is 95❣️

My mother celebrated her birthday while I was away, virtually with my e-suave sister Susan as Zoom MC. All reports are that it was magnificent. Even though Mom doesn’t remember the details, I’m sure she felt and remembers the love.

I’ll find out today because, five days after my trip, I’m feeling well and even rested, I’m taking her out for lunch. It’s still her Birthmonth, after all.

As I reflect, one of my favorite things about Mom’s party is that I let it go. As the oldest sibling, I grew up bossier than most so as I was leaving for the Holy Land, I really wanted to know this special event would be covered. Who would be responsible? Would someone go see her? Uncharacteristically, I didn’t ask.

And look at the wonderful beauty that transpired, complete with flowers and a Door Dash ice cream cake.