Alece Ronzino

February 9, 2009

Life

healing

Alece Ronzino

February 9, 2009

Life

During communion yesterday, I kept repeating over and over and over to myself this simple phrase: By His wounds, even my heart was healed.

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“Faith isn’t an epidural. It’s a midwife who stands next to me, saying, “Push. It’s supposed to hurt.” ”

— Brené Brown

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It’s somehow been a year already, and we’ve somehow — impossibly — made it through the last of the firsts, those terrible milestones no one should ever have to mark off.

Like a phantom limb, the pain of Logan’s absence

When the roofers start hammering at 7:30 on the Saturday morning of a holiday weekend, I’m fairly certain our neighbors no longer care about our gift-bagged attempt at bribery. 🫣

Sorry neighbors! You’ll be invited to the post-construct

This one right here started high school yesterday. 10 hours before the first day bell rang, we were notified that he got into his top-choice school! Eli had been on a waitlist since spring and while he was ready to make the most of where he got place

How has it only been “official” since last August?! It feels like we’ve been together forever and — even better — absolutely made for each other! Having you for a son is the greatest joy of my life!

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