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Seven Quick Takes Sunday (Vol. 3)


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Usually this is more like Seven Medium to Slow Takes. Today it is really going to be Seven Quick Takes.  Because I, “Reesa” of “Rachel and Reesa,” am exhausted. And I do want to post this before Monday. So here goes.

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When I was debating whether or not I should post my last entry (too personal? not analytical enough? very very boring?) I asked myself, “Self, is it really necessary that you post that entry?” at which point I answered, “Well no. Not really.  Such is the nature of blog posts.  If we only said what was necessary, well, there would be no blogs.”

Not so my friends.  Not so.  I have discovered a blog that is necessary to the existence and beautification of this world.  This Little Miggy Stayed Home.

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If you read Jenn’s Quick Takes you may have already discovered it, as it was only one degree removed from the amazing blog she linked to.  But that’s a different story.  This Little Miggy tells the story of a family with two little girls, one with “a rare condition called Microgastria and Limb Reduction Complex. That is to say she has a small stomach (microgastria) and limb differences on all 4 limbs.”

The trouble I have with blogs (sometimes) is that they present life as very perfect.  Which is all well and good… but as a reader I have trouble with it. Maybe because I struggle with: an inferiority complex, or jealousy, or sassiness. I don’t know, but I do know that what I love about THIS blog is that it takes a completely difficult life situation, which many people in our culture might tell you makes your life not worth living, and shows how, in fact, it makes life utterly beautiful.

Some gems:


Miggy’s daughters. She calls the older one “Princess Sparkle Pants” and the younger one “Lamp.” As in… “I love Lamp.” Oh my gosh. Precious.

discovering eachother_nashville

This is not Miggy. It’s another mother with her special needs daughter. Miggy also does “Special Needs Spotlights” on families of children with disabilities. She interviews them about what they love, what’s hard, what a typical day is like, what they’ve learned… it’s amazing. Positively amazing.

Sometimes if I spent too much time reading blogs, I get tired and depressed.  This morning I spent maybe an hour looking at this one and felt rejuvenated and joyful.

Meredith and Meaghan? I get the feeling you guys would particularly love it.

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Speaking of gems

Moira faces

I get to see this one tomorrow.

Whenever I look at that last picture on the right, it reminds me of one of my old baby pictures.

That’s strange because I’m not actually related to this little girl. But I do spend 30+ hours a week with her. Oh nannying.  It’s confusing my little heart.

Don’t get me wrong though–it’s such a gift to have this little girl in my life.  I feel like this job was God letting me be a spiritual mother before I (someday) get to be a physical one. It’s been awesome not only because I get to experience some of the joys of motherhood a few years early, BUT ALSO because I get a taste of some of the crosses of 21st century mothers.  Jenn wrote such a helpful article about those struggles last week (eloquently titled, “A Meditation on the Shocking Idea that Maybe We’re Actually Not Just Lazy Whiners”). Love.

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I start grad classes soon.  The theme of this semester is going to be: things-I’ve-been-meaning-to-read-forever-but-haven’t-had-the-wherewithal-to-get-through. Including but not limited to: Anna Karenina, The Brothers Karamazov, Ulysses, and At Swim Two Birds. Though I may have to borrow my friend Brianna’s brain for that last one. She gave a presentation on it our senior year at UD that made a big impression on me. Anyway, wish me luck and look for (I think) a more literary slant in this blog as the semester progresses.

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Dan and I have been watching the BBC version of Sherlock lately.  Is it weird that I was making connections between Sherlock and Christ during Mass today? I hope that’s not blasphemous. Let me ‘splain.


Sherlock is fascinating to all who meet him.  He’s weird.  He’s charismatic.  He’s brilliant.  He says and does things that nobody expects and makes things happen that nobody understands.  People listen to him and follow him without quite knowing why.

I don’t think Christ was quite like this.  For one thing Sherlock can be a real jerk.  But there was one line in the Gospel today that made me think about Him at least SOMEWHAT in this light.  It was:

“Jesus did this as the beginning of his signs at Cana in Galilee and so revealed his glory, and his disciples began to believe in him.”

HOLD the phone. So they were his “disciples” before they “began to believe in him”? What a bizarre thought. How does that work? If they didn’t believe in Him, then why were they following Him? How on earth did they justify that choice to themselves? They’d left their families, occupations, entire ways of life to be with this man. And they didn’t yet believe He was who He said He was. Could He have been fascinating, captivating even, in sort of the same way Sherlock is? (Or am I missing something very important here because I took the story out of context?)

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What I wore Sunday (Vol. 2)

What i wore to Mass

I got the shirt on sale yesterday from LOFT.  Shoes are my wedding flats (Nine West), skirt is from Ross, watch is Skagen (a gift), bracelet is costume jewelry that belonged to my great aunt… nose is my Mom’s, eyebrows are my Dad’s. You get the picture : ) Whoop!