Hello friends and prayer-warriors! I love you all so much (and that’s not the vicodin talking). Seriously, one of the greatest benefits and blessings of blogging is the genuine connection made with other members of Christ’s Mystical Body and to share our prayer requests. Never has this been more felt than with your outpouring of love and prayers for my nephew James, his wife Marybeth, and their beautiful young boy, Ian (not to mention their other equally stunning lads, Jimmy and Charlie). Thanks in part to your relentless storming of heaven, my great-nephew, who was born thirteen weeks early, is on the verge of coming home to his family! In particular I must thank Debbi, Judy, and Annie for going out of their way to raise this little boy before our heavenly Father every day.
With that said, let us continue to pray for all of them. Let’s not forget to pray also for all preemies and their parents. And let’s check out James’ new blog right here on WordPress! I know you’ll love it.
James and my sister Bridget have both recently migrated over to WP from their former blog hosts and I feel like my online “family” is becoming more complete. For the record, Bridget is three years my junior. She and I are the youngest girl and youngest boy respectively in our family (there are 8 boys and 8 girls). We have always been, as Loggins and Messina sang, best of friends. When I was four and she was a year and a half, I remember one night in June when there was a great deal of excitement in our house. One of my older sisters told me: “You’re an uncle!” Did I mention that I was four? ”An uncle?! Yay! What’s that mean again?…” And so you see that the three of us are fairly close. In fact, James is more like the younger brother I never had. And Bridget, well, Bridget is the best friend I always had. The three of us were home-schooled in the same program, are all alumni of the same university (with the same degree) — Go Pirates, ARGH!, and all have wonderful spouses who have helped us bring the most precious children into the world. OK, now the vicodin’s kicking in.
Anyway, even though I sometimes feel isolated from them because I live in Texas and they’re both too busy to talk most of the time (I’m truly forgotten down here in Dallas) I still implore you: read their blogs. Read them or I’ll hurt you.