When creating this website, I had high hopes of daily posting the nuances of delight I experience in walking alongside my beloved–she’s certainly everything wonderful–but I find myself too often unable to articulate such marvelous inexplicability.
Ah well, I am not alone:
“There are three things which are too wonderful for me, Four which I do not [...]
My sister got married over three years ago, and after over two years, I finally began to feel like she was for real, and not just playing house with a boy, pots and pans, and a baby. But yeah–it took forever to realize she was just as legitimate as, say, my mother.
So now I’m [...]
“Keep a journal,” Mrs. Kinnen said.
Keeping a journal means, to me, simply slowing down enough to notice: to notice moments, feelings, faces and places, and to ponder them for so long that you come to cherish them. And once I truly cherish something, there is the compulsion to write it down and honor [...]
A week and a day.
My favorite part is waking up each morning, and even before my conscious has kicked into gear, being aware of sensation on my left ring finger. I feel for it, unthinking, and am suddenly awakened by the reminder that yes, I am wearing a ring (never before heard of), and [...]
“When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things.” — 1 Cor 13:11
I worked so hard this past year—sometimes frantically—to get my proverbial “house in order,” as I waited for an answer from [...]
Pastor Rick today at church announced our engagement. “On a personal matter, I’d like announce that my daughter Danica is engaged to Bruce Ryan Dunphey.” He looked at me, grinned, and said, “…the long awaited…”
Everyone clapped; it was fun.
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: My name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley.My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I'm the oldest of 9 kids--and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They're actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I've joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been "leaving-and-cleaving" for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you'll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too--hundreds of them--should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I'm a stay at home mom who is redefining that title--I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil' ol' town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband's encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, "He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,...", and sometimes, that's all a wife needs.
The first of a week-long series on mothering without fear. Encouraging!
GOOD read.
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