The only thing we get to decide...

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We're having one of those days here in the heart of my home.  A day when every time I answer the phone or turn to speak to someone, a new crisis unfolds.Add to that some serious sleep deprivation and very low blood sugar and, well...you can fill in the blanks. But once today, the phone call was from Starry Sky Ranch, and Kim reminded me that, "how we respond is about all we get to decide some days." Read on; she has a gift for eloquence, even on the bad days.

Tony, Tony, please come 'round!

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My mother is notorious for her devotion to St. Anthony.  She has a direct line and must call upon him at least once a day. She's always needing him to help her find things--it's a 24/7 job. Apparently, it's a devotion that my eldest son is destined to share.  Recently, within the space of 18 hours, he lost both sets of keys to the car.  It was a holiday weekend and no one could help us until Tuesday.  Then, we'd have to tow the car and to spend a couple hundred dollars cutting new keys (something about a computer chip).We looked and looked and looked. My younger children took up the chant:

Tony, Tony, please come 'round.  Something's lost and can't be found!

And I took the matter to the prayer board at the 4real forums and asked them to discuss it with St. Anthony.  We found the keys in the freezer in the garage.  Of course! Why didn't we look there first?  Today is the Feast of St. Anthony and I know at least two people who will celebrate this patron of lost things wholeheartedly!

At High Noo

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The dream begins.  Can you tell we're ready?  Thanks to Grandma for the box of flag shirts that arrived just in time for the first kick!

And I'm betting Bobby never imagined that National Team jerseys he left behind would become cutting edge maternity wear! (Note to viewers at home:  Bobby was number 11 on the U-17 National Team, back when he was Michael's age; now he's number 15.) And yes, he's starting!!!