… and these Thy gifts …

Well, it’s official. The Summer Cold has invaded our family. Three of us are down. Tonight we allowed our 12-year-old to skip the family Rosary so he can sleep early — we were praying quite late because Dad and I got home around 9:30 from our dinner date (celebrating 18 years and 7 months of wedded bliss, yeah, baby!!). Well, the 6-yo who got it first pleaded that she couldn’t lead her decade because she’s got a severe case of the sniffles. Her Hail Mary’s sounded like this:

[sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiif] Hail Mary, full of grace [sniffffffffffffffff], the Lord is with thee.

9-yo volunteered to take over and we were grateful… problem is, he’s got the sleepies, and his Hail Mary’s sounded like this:

Hail Ma[yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwnnn]ry, full of grace, the Loooo[yawwwwwwwwnnnnnn]rd is with thee….

it was one slow Rosary, I tell you. I wonder if the Saints who were hovering near were stifling yawns as well. Wait, there isn’t sleepiness in Heaven, is there?

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You know you’re too dependent on Google when your hubby asks you if your family has a copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and you almost Google to find out.

So Yena’s reading from Naomi and Ruth and she asks me to read a difficult name: Elimelech. Half an hour later she’s still reading from the book, aloud, but now I hear,

“While living in Moab, La La Man died.”

It seems La La Man is easier to say than Elimelech.

We’re doing our family journaling, and Dad’s looking really tired and is sitting there with his eyes closed while we shout out our contributions and Paco writes. I whisper a joke to Aisa about her Dad, and Yena tattles, “Dad, Mom says you’re practicing your meditating skills amidst the noise.”

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