I think these two stories mesh well, and show both the complementarity in vocations and the gratitude that men have for the unexpected gifts that the women in their lives offer.
First, how lovely to hear about the "feminine genius" in Father Zuhlsdorf's dear mother.
Coming home one evening at suppertime, ready to dig into the kitchen and make something to eat for us, I arrived at the door and was greeted with wondrous fragrances.The table was set and there was great golden brown bird and dishes with delights.
That it was Thanksgiving struck me like thunder.
Not your ordinary midwestern repast, but you must read the piece for the full effect. Secondly, a father discovers that his plans for his daughters differ somewhat from God's plans.
My little girl, now twenty-nine, lies prostrate while a priest intones the litany of the saints, calling each to witness and help her fulfill her vow—the Virgin Mary, St. Peter, St. Paul, St. Thomas Aquinas, Padre Pio, Elizabeth Ann Seton, the angels, one by one, St. Teresa, St. Joseph, St. Francis, a divine roll call. Crowned with a wreath of flowers, she completes the mystical marriage by taking a ring on her right hand—my father’s wedding ring. My mother, kneeling behind me, weeps for joy to see their marital love thus renewed. At times it seems the thousand others in the grand cathedral fade away and there is no one else there but my daughters.
It is in giving that we receive, and it letting go that we find God's will. Thank you, Lord, for those in our lives whose total embrace of their vocation enhances our own. Happy Thanksgiving to all.