This website, if you haven't guessed from the title, is about our first pregnancy. Since we both have friends and family spread all over the place, this seemed like a good way of updating for whomever has web access at their convenience. We will try to post regularly and apologize in advance for any typos (I'm notoriously bad with spelling).I'm still notoriously bad with spelling.
Of course, once I was no longer pregnant, it became a blog about our baby. Then I got pregnant again and it became a family blog.
So I find it kindof neat that my Blogiversary falls on the Feast of Saint Aloysius Gonzaga. St. Aloysius lived to be only 23 years old. Even while still a boy himself, he taught catechism to other poor boys. He suffered with kidney disease but relished the opportunity this provided him in bed for prayer. He received his First Holy Communion by St. Charles Borromeo, a great Jesuit theologian. Aloysius became a Jesuit novice but while tending those afflicted with the plague in Rome in 1591, he caught it himself and died. Because of his youthfulness, he is the patron of young people and, since beginning my blog back in 2005, this blog has gained a few of those.
As St. Aloysious was dying, he wrote his mother a letter, which Elena has posted here. He tells his mother to rejoice.
If charity, as Saint Paul says, means to weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who are glad, then, dearest mother, you shall rejoice exceedingly that God in his grace and his love for you is showing me the path to true happiness, and assuring me that I shall never lose him.Isn't that the greatest joy a mother could have? To know her child, the labor of her love and the hope of her heart, will be in heaven, happy with God! I pray that I and all who read here will have the same reason to rejoice. He also said something that struck me for mothers who have lost a child:
When he takes away what he once lent us, his purpose is to store our treasure elsewhere more safely and bestow on us those very blessings that we ourselves would most choose to have.I love the image that our children, granted are lent to us by God, but are our treasures, indeed, the treasures of our heart and this world is a tumultuous and dangerous place for such treasures. It is comforting to remember that regardless of the perils of this world or even our own failures as parents, there is somewhere safe for them; when God does call them home, we can find comfort in the fact that they are out of harm's way and the treasures of our heart are happy and secure in that happiness in the arms of God.
May St. Aloysius watch over this blog and all who visit here and help all of us that one day we may rejoice as his mother did in the surety of the salvation of our children and guide us in aiding our children on their journey to the loving arms of our Heavenly Father.
As a side, I find it so cool that this blog post also marks my 700th post.
I'm afraid my blogiversary celebration will consist mostly of laundry and packing, but I just had to celebrate 5 years on the blogosphere. God Bless!