One year ago, on July 13th, I was starting my 9th consecutive Consecration to Mary, a 33-day prayer culminating on the Feast of the Assumption. Beginning a prayer, and beginning a cycle that would end in two glorious *mysteries* on August 15th. (See video)
One year ago, we were in the midst of battling Mr TCIE's PTSD, low testosterone, depression, and a never-ending cascade of health issues in the midst of his mother dying of cancer. And one year ago, we were resigned to the fact that both conception and adoption were absolutely off the table, at least for a few years.
One year ago, the world looked so different through the same eyes.
And one year later, those eyes are beholding things they never would have believed they'd be seeing EVER, let alone exactly one year later.
My boy, born 9 months to the day after that fateful July 13th, 2014, now 3 months old on July 13th, 2015:
My daily "pump" of Mama's Milk:
My stash of "pre-loved fluff" cloth diapers, freshly stripped and sanitized (words previously completely foreign to me):
And as I begin this year's Consecration, I keep a very different, yet very familiar intention in my heart.
Mary has been such a powerful intercessor for this family, and I pray she holds all of yours close, too.