OK, so first things first, my name is Julia and I'm Catholic, hence the saintly titles, and at the moment, quite frustrated, hence the St. Jude reference. OK so Saint Jude could be a bit extreme, I'm not sure if you would call my cause lost quite yet, but I'm just doing the best I can OK? OK.
So I guess I should just tell you the whole thing, huh? Well it all started in a bar, no, it's not what it sounds like. So I went to a Catholic young adults' theology group, we're Catholic, so it's naturally at a bar. That's how we do. Well I happened to sit next to a wonderful, smart and somewhat opinionated young man, guy, gentleman, jeez, I don't know, member of the opposite sex. We spent the whole event (some five hours) talking about everything from family to college to religion and back again. I didn't know if he felt the same way but I really really liked him and thought we connected. Well it turns out that he did feel the same way and we ended up trading numbers. He closed the night by paying my tab & giving me a firm hug then he made me promise to let him know when I got home since the weather was getting bad.
Get the picture? Now fast forward six months, there hasn't been a single day that we haven't communicated in some shape, form, or fashion nor was there a single Sunday that we didn't go to mass together. What I haven't told you yet is that M and his family are very traditional Catholic, i.e. wear mantillas, prefer Tridentine and Extraordinary form mass to Nordus Ordo mass, and dress modestly. What I discovered after going to mass with them a few times was that I was more comfortable wearing a mantilla, going to Tridentine Mass and dressing modestly.This isn't to say that M's family and those like them are a cult trying to gather followers. In fact the first time I wore a mantilla (which by the way I searched high and low for and bought myself) M asked me if I really wanted to wear it and told me I shouldn't do it just for him. I told him that he didn't have to worry, I wanted to wear the mantilla, which was 100% true. I had wanted to start veiling at mass for a long time, I had just never had the courage to do it before.
I can understand where my family is coming from, they don't want me to be overrun by a strong-willed man, but I'm not. I am happier than I have ever been. M and I are planning a future together. We are planning on moving out to the country to live with his brother and sister-in-law to start out. Our big dream is to have a self-sufficient farm with cows, chickens, vegetables, and mostly pigs to generate income. Oh and babies, lots of babies. Every time we visit his brother's farm we feel closer to God. We want that in our lives.
We are planning to be self-sustainable, I've already starting making my own shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. My brother has deemed these acts to be great offenses against his sense of well-being. Today when we got home from me picking him up from school he walked into the house and declared that the soap I was using to make my body wash smelled like an old folks' home and that he couldn't believe I was using a pot we use to cook in to make my body wash. OK, y'all, let me explain this whole body wash making business to you, you take six cups of water and boil it on the stove. Then you take three bars of soap and one by one melt them in the microwave then add them to the water. So the entire contents of the pot when my brother freaked out were water and .................soap. But unbeknownst to me, the soap that we use to wash said pot has a completely different make up and purpose from the soap that I was dissolving in the pot of water. Funny thing about that is that there are less ingredients in the bar soap I was using (Kirk's castile if you were wondering) than the blue Dawn beside our kitchen sink.
So yeah, I have definitely rambled on for far longer than I intended to. If you're the praying type please say one for me, I can use all the help I can get. Thanks y'all!