I’m at Catholic Match today, with a letter to my fresh-faced single self in 1994.
If you can’t be an idealist now, when can you? When you’ve got four kids under five, are living paycheck to paycheck, and struggling to learn the basics of NFP? (Not that any of that is going to happen. Well, OK, it will happen, but it won’t be as bad as it sounds. OK, some days it will be as bad as it sounds, but you wouldn’t trade any of it for anything, you hear me? You wouldn’t.)
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