Lovely Rita….

It’s the  Feast of St Rita today.

Now I have grown fond of her over the years.  She is a patron of ‘lost causes,’ officially, because so many seemingly impossible things happened to her during her lifetime.  Unofficially, I kind of consider her a patron saint of marriages and persevering during rocky times.  Her husband was a rough tough man, reportedly mean and ill-tempered; involved in all sorts of sketchy dealings and questionable conduct.  Through Rita’s constant prayer and kindness, she eventually “converted her cruel husband from his wicked ways, making their home a peaceful sanctuary of holy bliss.” (from a bio).  So, she must also have had some real inner strength and savvy on knowing how to stand her ground and be strong and assertive but in a loving manner…which we all need to work on, right?

Marriage and living a holy life is a challenge, every day.  St Rita gives us a patron who ‘gets it.”  I’m sure she is a great intercessor, for marriages, for challenges, for those impossible causes.  She ultimately entered religious life; surely  her skills at conflict resolution and mediation and strength in prayer was an asset in the convent too.  So, I like her.  You might too, she’s an old saint, but a goodie.  If you have any ‘lost causes’ or struggles, she might be a good one to hit up for a little extra prayer on your behalf.

St Rita, pray for us!

>I do. Twenty-two times


I do.
Twenty-two years ago.
A lifetime, several maybe….
We were SO young, and didn’t even know it.
But then again, not so much maybe.
We had dated for…ever.
Seven years.
In some ways, we practically grew up together…
seven years, springing into adulthood.

{It was the eighties, don’t judge me.
And yes, we were young!}

We’ve been through so much:
times when we weren’t sure we’d make it,
times when we couldn’t imagine not.
Just like any “old married couple.”

That’s what we are now….
Foolishly, perhaps,
it surprises us.

We used to be that young couple….
Now we are the old one,
the one with how many kids?

But here’s the secret, shhhhhhhh:
Now, it’s so much better.

We might be that old married couple…
Not as shiny, or smooth, or skinny….
But we are molded into each other, part and parcel.

It surprises us both, how so long ago it was such a fragile event, really.
It wouldn’t have taken much, he says, for it not to have happened.
A little more fear, a little less hope…
a different choice, or two.
But then again…maybe not.
Seems like it was meant to be.

Twenty-two years.
And we can, even now, look at each other with deep wonder and say
“I love you so.”
“And, ever, I do.”

Happy Anniversary Honey, I love you!