The day after I finished it, I lent it to our parish secretary, instructing her to pass it along to someone else in the parish office. I’m not sure who has it now, though I do know the second person started laughing as she raved about it to me.
I’m betting that’s a common response. I don’t have sons, but I have a husband (who totally didn’t “get” why I was quoting aloud and laughing uproariously so much during his basketball playoffs) and I have nephews and I have men in my life.
And this book explains SO MUCH.
Well…maybe I’m not being fair. What Balducci does, and does the way she does everything else, from her personal blog to her work at Faith & Family Live, is to use humor to bring us to our senses about a few things.
Having a bunch of kids isn’t an impossible scenario. It can be, from what I’ve gathered, a fun thing. And joy can be found all around you, in the bugs you eat (or, ahem, don’t) and the company you keep.
Balducci takes her reader deep into the world she lives in (which as of April has a little girl in it), and we find ourselves home, in the best sense of the word. Here’s a family that seems like just the crew you’d invite over for a cookout and a rip-roarin, laughing good time.
To call this book delightful is to do it a vast disservice, though that’s the first word that came to mind when I put it down, disappointed to see it end. It is a tribute to family life, to pursuing the dream God gives you, and laughing all the way.