Restless nights and welcome dawns: An Advent reflection

At this point during Advent, Gaudete Sunday, I always remember one particular early dawn. Or rather, how it felt to see that day dawn. It was the day our first child was born. I’d been admitted to hospital the afternoon before, to have labour induced. My mum and husband had stayed while I had dinner…

Lazy Sundays are the best

Last Sunday was one of those rare days when we had no plans or anything in particular we wanted or needed to do. Saturday had been a very full day so we didn’t feel the need to do much. So after Mass we just hung out at home for a while and then decided to…