As usual, things did not go according to plan today; also as usual, that turned out to be just fine. Grandma came down from Baltimore to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with us, and by 10:00 a.m., Baby Guy was exhausted from all the excitement.
We decided that the youngest tribesman getting sufficient rest trumped going to the parade, and his siblings agreed. By mutual agreement, we had lunch here, tucked Mr. Man in for his nap, and settled in to watch the girls’ favorite Saturday shows. Later, we decided to celebrate the warm sunshine by playing at the park.
The life of St. Patrick have been read, prayers for those caught up in human trafficking have been prayed, corned beef, cabbage, and good Irish cheddar have been eaten. Grandma is staying the night tonight, and Nonno is home from the hospital. We’ve had no trouble identifying our blessings today!
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for watching over Grandma’s travels and for Nonno’s return to his own bed for recuperation. You have blessed us with bounty, good health, and freedom. Neither we nor our children have ever known what it means to be enslaved. Please help us teach Your blessings that freedom comes from You, and the truest kind of freedom is found in You.