Seattle, I don't know what I am. But I do know the week my W went away to Florida last month and my growing spiritual journey in faith have played a huge role in transforming my attitude to a place it had never been before--steady, looking forward, and trusting in a grander plan.
Once again, not much happened today. W got home at 3:30 a.m.--but there was not the usual clear smell of cigraettes and alcohol. I got up early, fed the kids, and played various games with them.
We went to noon mass--and at the appointed time to greet fellow parishioners, I shook W's hand. W said, "You don't have to shake my hand." I replied, "Did you want me to kiss you?" She answered with a terse, "No!" But I was cracking up inside ,
Also for what seems like the fourth time in five weeks, the homily was largely about marriage. More precisely, covenant love and how Jesus loves us with all his heart regardless of how we might treat him. This was equated with how we should treat our spouses and why M was a sacrement in the Church--M was not just about what an individual gets out of it, but a command from God on how to live and love.
I seem to have my girls getting addicted to hockey so went to a minor league game this afternoon (my girls will make a great date one day). We invited W, but she declined and we all had a great.
Tonight, I had a few brief convos with her without anything exploding. This is a real baby step--and I'll try to carry it into tomorrow and a positve week ahead.
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