quick, grab a pencil!

There’s so much going on right now that I have taken to writing a growing list of things that need to be done and checked off the list. Baaah. Spring makes me crazy. Spring plus graduation makes me crazier! And yes, Jonathan graduates this year. Unbelievable. Where did all that time go? Where is my pudgy little boy content to crawl into my lap for cosquillitas?

Um, he’s a big pudgy boy trying to maneuver his way into my lap for cosquillitas. Well, he won’t actually attempt to sit in my lap, but I might be watching tv or sitting in the back seat of the truck and he will plop one of his gigantic-sized limbs into my lap. So fresh.

Anyway, lots and lots and lots of other things happening over the next several months, too. One of them is the Catholic New Media Celebration in Boston, August 6-7. In fact, that’s going to be a biggie. One of the speakers, the delightful and talented Sarah Reinhard of Another Day of Catholic Pondering  and the “voice” of Mary Moments at CatholicMom.com is one of the presenters on blogging! Imagine that. She blogs. She’s Catholic. She’s funny. She’s real.

And she has lost her mind and turned over her precious blog to a guest post from little ole me.

You should go over there and read it and comment on it so she invites me again. Oh, and read her stuff, too. It’s charming. And much more interesting than the phone book.

first lightning bug of the season!

I am soooo excited!

I saw the first lightning bug of the season. At first I thought I was imagining things, so of course I practically went blind from the strain of looking. But sure enough, he gave me another little flash and then he was gone.

I love them. It’s not like those little bugs are charming, or soft and cuddly. I mean, they’re bugs after all. Still, there’s something about them, along with honeysuckles, that makes me think of my childhood and the carefree days of summer vacations and community pools and yes, chasing bugs, barefoot, and capturing them in jars with holes poked in the lid.

If the smell of my childhood summers can be wrapped up in the scent of honeysuckles, then surely it would be illuminated by the lightning bugs — ethereal — mysterious –within reach, and yet…not.

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