Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic

Well it’s 10.25pm on a Friday and I feel loved. As I write this, it’s overwhelming! Son’s back home from filming a gig, husband’s having a late night cheese and crackers snack, the wind is howling loud and cold in the middle of our Aussie summer and the beloved 5 month old puppy pooch is leaping with excitement at the return of her best friend, our son and not one of the human beings in the house is complaining!

So thankful that in this minute, which is the only one guaranteed to me, I am completely loved.