As I wake up this morning after a week of celebrating two events in our home, having a visitor for the week and WAY overeating last night... it's just me... and my computer... and a cup of coffee.
The rest of the family is either gone, to help with the wounded warrior shooting competition at the Olympic Training Center, or sleeping. The wind is blowing a bit so I hear the slight tinkling of my smaller wind chimes...
Then it was Joe's turn. Thursday brought his Confirmation. Another ceremony instigated by his parents, because we had to prepare him for it and make sure he met the requirements. Yet different because this one he had to decide to do himself. This was his chance to confirm his belief and willingness to follow in the faith. His chance to make the call.
And he did. He thought it out, made sure to fulfill the requirements that were up to him and he took his time to make his choice of patron Saint. He followed his older brother in choosing St. Michael the Arch Angel for his patronage of the military and it didn't hurt that he happened to be the one to cast out the devil.
Congrats to both my boys, you've made your momma proud. (and the rest of your family too.)