Somethings will always remain a mystery.
Why the sighting of an icecream truck at 10pm has the ability to put this expression on my face:
And...why my cousin's husband freakishly resembles this guy (btw- who would buy this at a second hand store anyway??):
posted by Christy @ 7:58 PM
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I was born & raised in a Catholic bubble. The religion was handed down to me without question or inquiry. During college, everything I had grown to know was challenged and I started to step away from my faith. Now, I'm rediscovering the beauty of being Catholic alongside my three children. In a world that glorifies what we look like, what we posses, and the pursuit of what makes us feel good, how do we still feel empty? And how can we fill that emptiness? It appears that the answers to these questions were always right in front of me-- in my Catholic faith!
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What are those kids doing? Looks like they are trying to blend into the building, but not doing a very good job of it.
Scott
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