These last few weeks have really hit me hard. The death of Charlie Kirk has made me even more grounded in my motherhood, but with alot more grace and patience. There’s now a fire under my feet to keep doing what matters. That being to love my husband and children, and keep taking them to church. To pray. To love. To spread the Gospel and live to the fullest every day. I took this photo of my beautiful daughters when their Dada got home, and it inspired me to write this.

The sound of my husband chewing food is now a sound I don’t want to get frustrated over. My husband is here. I am grateful each day we have together. It is a huge reminder of how short life is, and to use every day to bring our lives closer to Jesus. My motherhood has never been stronger than it is now. I’m on a stronger mission now to raise my family and be the best I can every day.

The best part of our day is when Dada gets home. When my husband, the man of my dreams, walks through the front door, I am my happiest. The house is filled with excitement, and it truly feels like home. I remember always meeting my dad at the front door as a child, too. It was a happy time.

As a wife, I see how important it is to give my husband this special time when he walks in the door after a long day at work. It shows how much we have thought about him during the whole day he was working. Everyone has so much to say to eachother. My daughter is starting to understand why Dada goes to work. And that is so he can buy her chocolate milk and yogurt.

Do you meet your husband at the door when he comes home? It should be a habit. Especially if you want a long, happy, and successful marriage.

It’s always a bonus if you have your day together…the house is clean, and dinner is being prepared. Some may say they don’t want to cook and clean all day for a man. I will though, because I love mine, and he is worth it. My kids are worth my time cooking, cleaning, and teaching all day. Jesus is worth it.

A Catholic marriage is about sacrifice. You give your all to the other person, always thinking what’s best for them. In return you always know that your partner is doing the same.

In this world so filled with feminism, it is really hurting good marriages. Especially the idea of marriage. Marriage is a choice every day. It is work. Sometimes very hard work, but you do it out of love. Do it so well that other people see Jesus working through you.

What I’ve learned these past few weeks is that we need to hold on to the love for our family. Wrap them in so much love that it lights the world. Be gentle, be kind. Think about others. Do nice things for others without expecting anything in return. Faith over fear, mamas. As sad and scary as these last few weeks have been, we have to stay strong. We have to raise our children. If you feel like we weren’t made for this world, it’s because we are not. This world is not our final place. Heaven is real, and the only thing we can take with us is our children. Raise them to love Jesus.