If it weren't a Sunday (which takes precedence over the feast of the day) we'd be celebrating St. Thomas Aquinas today.
Instead, we're celebrating the Resurrection, and another sort of resurrection:
We were married in 1984, with no idea of what "marriage" actually meant ... we didn't want children, we didn't have faith, we didn't need a church. We stood in front of a judge and said, "I do," but what, really, did we plan to do?
God, tricky fellow that He is, gave us a few suggestions. Faith crept up on me, and it turns out we did want children, but we didn't get to have them right away. We wept together when we lost our first one. We wept again when we lost another. We grew closer than ever. Oh, you sneaky Deity.
I ventured further into faith, and then we had a baby -- one we got to hold -- our tenderhearted Anne-with-an-e. I was received into the Catholic Church, when she was a toddler, and then we had another baby, our sweet Betsy.
And then we lost two more babies. We wept together again and again. And then -- oh, joyous day! -- Atticus was received into the Catholic Church. What do you know? We did need a church.
And, with a finally-shared faith, we lost another baby. We wept again. But, we surrendered. We trusted. We kept going.
So, there we were: children, faith, a church. What more could we want?
God, sneaky fellow that He is, surprised us again. He gave us Ramona.
And so, here we now are, twenty-three years into this thing called marriage. We are everything we thought we would never be. We are parents. We have faith. We are Catholic.
And we are profoundly happy.
If not for the Resurrection of Christ, we would not have had our own resurrection. How do I thank my God for all this: for my husband ... for my children? For my resurrection?
It's beyond my ability to express what God has done for me. I shake my head in amazement, and I recall Mary's words:
The Almighty One has done great things for me,
and Holy is His name.
Great things for me ....
Holy is His Name ....
I'm speechless at His gifts.
Thank you, dear God, for Atticus, and for Anne, and Betsy and Ramona, and for all of our saints in Heaven.
Thank you, God.
And happy Anniversary, Atticus. I love you with all my heart.