16 years ago then...
Sixteen years ago this morning, I called my friend at 9:00 a.m. "Okay, so I'm in labor right now. Do I think I should be going to Mass?"
"You nut!" she responded. "Get to the hospital!"
We've loved celebrating his birthday on this great feast although logistically, yes, it can get a bit tricky. Right now my husband is at the soccer field with the girls. My big boys are out playing basketball with a friend, (having wolfed down a birthday supper of this pizza), and are hanging out until Joe and I leave for swing dancing at seven.
Also? We've learned that the vigil Mass is a busy family's friend.
Throughout the past sixteen years, Our Lady has smiled at us more than just once. Indeed, I became a momma on her special feast (after years--and I mean years--of praying for the gift of a husband and kids) and for that...
Well, for that I owe her everything.