I recently read a biography of Chiara Corbella Petrillo’s life, A Witness to Joy, (shout out to Adrianna for telling me about her and Grace for the book!) and a phrase that she and her husband said has stayed with me in these long, slow summer days we’re living right now.
As they faced two terminal pregnancies and then Chiara’s battle with cancer, the Petrillos prayed for the grace to live grace.
For me, that’s meant being present to what is before me and choosing to be grateful. Ignoring the laundry that always needs to be folded, the crumbs all over the kitchen floor, and focusing instead on the little moments that surprise me with their sweetness – if I am paying attention.
Evange picking bouquets of flowers from the backyard.
This baby growing more alert, her big blue eyes. Naps with her.
The couple of dates Chris and I have snuck out to when family has been here or a friend offers to watch the girls.
Berry picking with friends and other summer outings with the girls, where, even if Zelie pees her pants, we’re all happy to be outside in the sunshine.
Time together in our backyard (Evange took this pic 😂) and the garden growing. So many tomatoes! And Chris playing catch with the girls.
Friends visiting us! (the girls are getting a lot of screen time too but I’m trying to not feel guilty about that).
Friends bringing us meals. Just feeling so cared for. there’s really nothing like a fresh baby. ❤️