Stained Glass - El Salvador Mission Book

My son said to me last week after sleeping over a friends house, "thanks for ruining my night?"  Why did I ruin your night, I asked?  "Because I kept looking at my phone wondering why you weren't calling me every half-hour, I thought something was wrong," he said.  When I told him that dad and I were out all night he said, "well that explains it."   It was really kind of funny.  He would yell at me for calling him all the time when he was out with his friends, but when I didn't call him, he got mad at me because he was worried all night.  I told him that the time for him to worry is when I never call him anymore, than that means I just don't care.  But I do care.  I can't help it.  I'm not obsessive but I do want to know where my kids are...to the best I can figure it out.  It is sort of cute that they have been conditioned to know "mom cares."  That even when I am not there to call them they notice.   Of course, my k

Many of you already know that I lost my Mother Marian a few weeks ago.  I know that you know because I had the pleasure of seeing you at either the wake or the funeral. My mom would have been amazed at the number of people who showed up.  It was as if a great dignitary had passed. My mother was 82 years old...exactly!  You see she died on her 82nd birthday.  In the Catholic Church we celebrate Patron Saints Days, which is actually a celebration of the day of their death, not their birth.  The reason for this is because we are actually not celebrating death, but rather rebirth in heaven.  My mother was reborn into her eternal life on the same day she was born into her mortal life 82 years ago.   I have no idea what the chances of that happening really are, or if there is any hidden significance to it, but if you knew my mother you would say that it was so that we would always remember the day she died.  My mom was big on family, tradition, and her majestic role as a mother.  Need