I was so happy that my brother-in-law grabbed the camera and took these shots! PR takes so many fabulous photos, but he's never in them. I loved this shot of him with our two youngest and my niece (in the orange goggles).
This photo captures something special about my husband, one of the big reasons I married him--he has a gentle soul.
May the Lord bless you this day...this year...my love...as you bless so many others with your care, your love, your compassion and your prayers. You are a good man, and I am blessed to be yours.
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In honor of your birthday, apparently, I had a dream last night. This dream incorporates a Latin expression which you made up in high school. My subconscious seems to think that you have been just itching to include it in a liturgical service!
We were at church, and you and our deacon and the altar boys were processing in. But what was this? In the procession, there was also a young man in his 20's, dressed in a robe of some sort, but underneath it was an inflatable suit that was inflated, lifting the robe above the young man's knees and revealing silky gym shorts. He definitely needed a longer robe and different footwear than gym shoes, to pull this off. Who was he? I wondered. Why the inflatable suit under the robe?
Ahhh, then I knew. It was the magnum saccum ventorum, the "big bag of wind." A little-known liturgical element you were trying out this week.
You and our deacon conferred afterward and decided that it just hadn't worked. It looked a little silly and it made the young man uncomfortable. (It may have been his first time at our church, since I didn't recognize him. Talk about "seeker-friendly"!)
And that was it. You were matter-of-fact, and you moved on to another topic.
You big bag of wind. I love you!
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