I mentioned that my friend Sarah was in town over my birthday. She brought with her (all the way from Alaska, no less), her husband Brian; her daughter Helen, her son Allister, her son Ian, her son Oliver, her daughter Zita, and her baby Emory.
It was a houseful, and it was good.
The food! The fun! The chaos! The laughter! We hadn’t seen one another in seven years, as I’ve mentioned, and it was very very good.
John and I met at Sarah and Brian’s wedding, by the way.
Basically I owe them everything.
Our thirteen kids (collectively) hit it off and/or hit each other, depending on the time of day and their level of fatigue, but it was agreed by all that Baby Emory was the best.
Everybody just loved Baby Emory.
My two little men, especially, have not spent a whole lot of time around babies, so they took particular delight in
tormenting chatting up Emory. That’s the thing about cute little babies. They get lots and LOTS of attention.
Later, after the visit but before the dust had settled, they were discussing the beauties and joy of Baby Emory.
“Em-o-wee is my friend,” two-year-old Francis said.
“No, he’s not,” six-year-old George rebuked, and surprised by this answer, I listened more closely. “He doesn’t walk,” George continued, “he doesn’t play any board games, he doesn’t have any TEETH, and he doesn’t talk.
“That’s why he can’t be your friend.”
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And now for the prayer request. Sarah is having major surgery on November 12th. Would you, in your charity, say a prayer for her inner peace and a speedy recovery? We are invoking, especially, the intercession of St. Martin of Tours, St. Josaphat, St. Francis Cabrini, and St. Jane de Chantal.
Thank you, in Him and on behalf on my friend Sarah!