Reposting this from ages ago. Because I felt like it. You must be Catholic or madly in love,” said the gas station attendant as I escorted 7 sleepy children past the candy isle to the restroom. It was 2:00 am and we were only halfway to our destination. “Both,” I replied with a wink and a grin. It was a pleasant change from the stale comments I usually get from strangers in public places: “Don’t you know what causes that?” Duh- yeah, I think we’ve perfected it. “Haven’t you got a TV?” Yes, we have a TV. But we have an even better marriage. But this nameless gentleman at the Quick Stop was right on the money. I am very much enamoured with my husband and my Catholic faith, because both are teaching me how to live richly in the fullness of love. How I wish those lessons had been well received earlier in life! You see, at the rebel...