I was awoken last night, or this morning, depending on how you look at it, at 4:30 am by some random noise. Tossing and turning, sleep was proving elusive, so I turned on the little lamp on my bedside table and picked up "The Story of a Soul". I am embarrassed to admit that I have been reading this for a year now and I am still not done. It is not that I don't find it interesting. On the contrary, I feel that I must digest what St. Therese has to say in small bits, so to better understand and remember. What a joy for me to come upon this passage last night: "The following morning, September 8, an outpouring of peace flooded my soul, that "peace which surpasseth all understanding" (Phil. 4:7), and in this peace I pronounced my sacred vows." You see, way back when I was pregnant with our little Therese, before we knew she was a girl, Tony and I were on a walk when the name Mary Therese filled my heart. Tony was not as in love with the name as I, but I kept hoping. He had agreed to Therese Clare right before she was born. Then she was born on September 8, the Feast of the Nativity of Mary. Oh, how I wanted her name to be Mary Therese! We still had not made a decision, but while I was in the shower, I felt moved to put Therese Clare on the birth certificate and planned to do so as soon as I got dressed. But when I went to write it down, imagine my surprise that Tony had already filled out the birth certificate...with Mary Therese! I never knew until last night that September 8 was also when St. Therese professed her vows. How perfect.
Yesterday, I went for an ultrasound where they measure the back of the baby's neck, looking for an indicator for possible Down's Syndrome. I would like the time to prepare myself if that is what God has in store for us. We won't know the outcome for a week or so. But as they were taking all the measurements, this little hand came clearly into view and seemed to be waving to us! See?
Finally, to round up this completely random post, another little story. We were having people over a while back, it may have been for Jack's birthday, or maybe even before that. I noticed how dirty the fabric was on our dining room chairs. They are, after all, where we sit to do our schoolwork and there are pencil marks, marker stains, and general dirtiness on them all. In this moment of needing things to be perfect, I had Tony help me remove one of the chair's covers and threw it in the washing machine. Not such a good idea when you don't know what the fabric is made of. It was ruined and instead of a clean chair, I now had a coverless chair. It has stayed that way until this morning. In another moment of craziness, I decided to try and use this bit of leftover fabric and cover the chair even though I know it won't match. I had just put the clothes in the dryer on touch-up, which runs for 18 minutes. I was just putting the last staples into the chair when the dryer chimed the end of the cycle. So, in under 20 minutes, I fixed something that had bothered me for more than a month!