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Sometimes I feel like my thoughts escape me before I even fully realize the thought itself. They are so fleeting. So are those small moments of each day with my children. My goal is to chronicle these ideas and moments, so when I start wondering whether or not I have lost my mind, I can find and enjoy them all over again.

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  1. MatthewDecember 3, 2009 at 1:04 AM

    PS sorry to post all over your site all the sudden. I found it a couple of weeks ago when looking you and Tony up to see what'd become of you. We are, after all .... very old friends!! (circa 87-92 - McGuire). Reading that Sophie is now applying to college... and remembering the last time I saw you was when you were pushing her in a stroller down Dixie Ave. shortly after she was born...

    Jenny, it is so very sad to read about Ben and Augustine. There must be nothing more devastating in the world. It is impossible to imagine what that must be like, to feel that sort of heartbreak and loss. I'm so very, very sorry. My daughter and I pray every night that she'll be safe and at those times I wonder at how anybody can bear such a loss.

    Reading, though, about your effort to raise your children well is inspiring. Who would have known long ago how we'd all wind up? Now you're a tradition-minded prayerful Catholic home-schooling mom with a wonderful family of some size. And by the pictures and your descriptions, they're a delightful bunch.

    I'd love to hear how you and Tony have been doing (other than what you've shared here). Send me a note some time! it is mattmcg with the domain of gmail.com. I have to tell you how it cracks me up that you and Suzanne (the little wife) read the same circle of catholic mom sites. Tiny Catholic world, there are after all only a billion of us...since we have only one daughter so far (13 months) and had to wait three years for her, we like to jealously read about good, big catholic families..

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