A Love Affair


So, if you’re facebook friends with me, then you probably got bombarded with my California pictures already, but for those poor unfortunate souls who only follow my blog, I wanted to share them with you too!


Being an overweight, 5 month pregnant woman isn’t easy. Being an overweight, 5 month pregnant woman who needs some thing nice to wear for a wedding was just down right depressing. WAS… was depressing. You see, I found this beautiful Jessica Simpson maternity dress that I thought I looked great in! It was modest without being frumpy, and although it was black polyester, it kept me surprisingly cool at the 80 degree beach wedding I attended [I mean, I still had hot flashes, but the sweating was at a minimum, and that’s saying a lot.]


So no, Jessica Simpson is not paying me to write a product-placement post, I just wanted to share with you that I actually felt beautiful for once during this pregnancy. Maybe I was high on feel-good hormones from both baby and getting to be reunited with my whole family, I don’t know, but my cousin’s wedding was just a genuinely good evening.


For being a Halloween wedding, they really didn’t do over-kill on the Halloween details. The colors were a chic black, white, and gold, with gold pumpkin place cards, dia de los muertos cake topper, and candied apple buffet. While Dana and Lindsay have a beautiful love story of their own, any wedding I attend always makes J and I reminiscent of our own engagement and wedding. Every wedding we attend is secretly a celebration of our own marriage. Every time we dance or make eye contact at a reception, I feel like a bride again and he a groom.

New York!


Pretty much a week after the Pope leaves and in the aftermath of NYFW and Hubs and I are just arriving in the city that never sleeps! As you’re reading this, we are already settled in our hotel and sightseeing! It’s been 2 years since we’ve taken a trip up here, but J surprised me for our anniversary by making all the arrangements! For those of you who don’t know, J and I are total comic book and cartoon nerds. [I wrote my Senior thesis on the origins of superheroes in classic literature for heaven’s sake!] So, of course we’re here for Comic Con.

In addition to loving superheroes, we also love food though, and I’m definitely hoping to indulge my inner foodie while I’m here in the city. During the next couple weeks I’ll have some wonderful pictures to share with you all! Until then, I’m taking a break to spend some QT with my dear spouse, while Gigi and Pap get to spend time with Sophie back at home. Enjoy your weekends, everyone!

Our Anniversary Weekend


Finally! My new camera charger came in the mail [thank you Amazon Prime…] and now I can share with you the wonderful weekend Justin and I had.

We stayed at the Oglebay resort in West Virginia. It was the perfect, rustic getaway. There were deer all around the grounds, including cute bambi, baby deer! There were shady walking trails, paddle boats, gardens and a spa. The area was on top of a hill, tucked away, like a romantic retreat. I never would have picked it myself, but my generous in laws paid for one night as a mother’s day gift for me, then another night for Justin as his father’s day gift. I’m so glad they did because we had such a wonderful weekend.


The weather was perfect, warm with a cool breeze, no humidity or anything! Hubs and I like to hand out and relax, but we’re also foodies. Luckily there was a shopping center 20 minutes away called The Highlands. We had plenty of options to choose from and shops to hang out around.

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It was nice to return to our hilltop retreat, though. If you live in the tri-state area, I highly recommend it! There were many butterflies out, thanks to the lovely blossoms and weather. I treasure our time there.


3 Years Later — Marriage is Still Hard

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I don’t remember our first big fight. Probably because the love and forgiveness surrounding the conclusion of our discussions, always outweigh whatever it was we were fighting about.

Every year that passes, living out those marriage vows become harder. People often say the first year is the hardest. Well, I’d argue that every year is the hardest. In Catholicism, marriage is a vocation, some thing that God has called you to do, some thing that will purify you, draw you closer to Him, and refine your soul into a saint’s. Surely, that process isn’t meant to be easy and from my experience, it certainly has not been. Last year we had another soul to care for [our baby girl], and we go into this year with me baring another. I don’t mean to illustrate our children as burdens, however, it is no light thing to bring another life into the world either. We are entrusted to protect these babies and raise them to the glory of God. As if being husband and wife weren’t challenging enough roles….

Well a few evenings ago, my car was broken into and ransacked. I had $6 sitting in a cup holder that was stolen, but that was the only thing missing. In fact, the scariest part about this whole ordeal is the day before, I had tucked my wallet into the back seat of the driver’s side before going swimming, to avoid having my wallet stolen at the pool. It was still in the backseat, untouched, despite obviously having our car tossed by some thief. You’d think we would have just counted our blessings that no one was hurt and that my wallet was miraculously saved, but no. I have to admitt there was a argument. Why didn’t I lock the car doors? If I thought they were locked, why didn’t I double check them to be sure? Why did my hubsand park in the driveway, blocking the garage? Why didn’t he move his car, then pull my van into the garage for me? Really, the thief is to blame… even if the car doors had been wide open, you still don’t have the right to troll through a stranger’s personal belongings and take what you want. The reality is, hubs and I felt violated. The car was parked 4 feet from our front door. We are the protectors of our home, of the children God has given us, and we felt like we failed.

The longer we’re married, the more there will be to protect. Are the car doors locked? Do we live in a safe neighborhood? If our house vunerable to break-ins? Are we financially secure? Do we have enough food for the children? These questions will haunt us as we become home owners, as we have more children, as we get new jobs, and anything else life throws at us. The longer we are married though,  the more I learn.

Buuuuuuut this can be both a positive and a negative.

What I learn as a positive: I know that when my husband comes home from work, he is susally exhausted. If I have any hopes of getting him to help me with the baby or chores, I have to let him have at least 10 minutes to unwind and get settled for the evening. This is some thing I have learned over time that has helped me become a more patient wife and maintain peace in our household.

What I think I’ve learned as a negative : My husband is stubborn. Therefore, the next time he is acting stubborn, I will throw this fact in his face as a way of discrediting him and getting my way. Though it may be true that my husband is stubborn, no peace is kept by constantly bringing this character trait to surface.

What we learn during our time being married should be knowledge kept to maintain peace and love in the household, not wielded as weapons against one another. And it’s HARD. You think I don’t tell my husband he’s stubborn? I do. You think he doesn’t point out my flaws? He does. Some times we hold grudges and hurt feelings and anger in our hearts, because we are human. This is something we will face for the duration of our lives. Even if we learn to be more silent and patient with one another, I know at least for myself, it will always be a temptation. Luckily, our marriage is rooted in faith. We always joke about the sacrament of confession, how other churches don’t have it, probably because no one likes it. On the other hand, if no one likes it, it would be hard to argue that Catholics made it up just for fun. It is some thing so contrary to our fallen nature, that the only conclusion can be, that it must come from God. In confession we must take responsibility for our sins, we try to learn from them, then they are forgiven by our Father, and then we receive unimaginable sacramental grace from that one little act of humility. Well, as I said, marriage is also a sacrament. After an argument, my husband is ALWAYS the first to humbly come to me, take responsibility for thing things he said that were hurtful or unfair, this helps me learn more about him and the way he approaches conflict, and it also helps him learn about the areas in his soul that he needs to work on. Then there is forgiveness, and then there is grace. By his example, as head of the household, my heart is always softened to see my husband coming to me for reconciliation. Confession has surprisingly taught me a lot about marriage, and the peace I feel while walking out of that confessional, is the same peace I feel after my husband and I mimic the humility of confession after an argument. And even though I’ve been going to confession ever since I was 6 years old, it is still hard, and probably always will be.

Likewise, marriage is hard. It will always be hard, just as trying to live a virtuous life will always be hard… but thank God for grace.

I love you Justin! Happy Anniversary.

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