This just in: the gentle "prairie" voice reading our beloved Little House Audio series is the same voice of the new President of the United States on 24! Frankly, I'm having a hard time wrapping my brain around this one. But then again, I don't suppose the Little House listening audience has a whole lot of overlap with the diehard 24 fans. Except of course, there is Danielle;-)
Okay, so I'm not sure it pays to go on vacation. I've missed two Loveliness Fairs and now, I've missed Vanilla Ice Cream Day! But since my children are well used to celebrating feast days, holidays, and birthdays after the actual date, join us in the kitchen later for some vanilla ice cream. Perhaps we'll top it with blueberries in honor of the Blueberry Bash--do visit there, if only for the pictures. Once again, Suzanne and Kristen have created a feast as pretty as it is delicious!
HT: Courtney, who apparently never misses the date of a food feast;-). We'll make some in your honor dear--there's no wanting someone to eat with around here!
We had three very specific missions for our morning in Saint Augustine. The first was to thank Our Lady of La Leche for hearing our prayers of nineteen months ago. With great joy, we brought Karoline Rose, now nine months old, to the Chapel of Our Lady of Leche, where my husband and I had asked Our Lady to intercede for us on our previous visit. We took our sweet girl and all her siblings to the rustic old chapel set beautifully in St. Augustine, Florida.
Once there, we thanked Our Lady, but then, like audacious children conscious that their mother is unceasingly generous, we asked for more. We took this post from Bridget's blog, where she has listed all those Catholic friends of ours yearning for just one more soul and we read the sidebar to our gentle Mother. Then, we left it in the petition box. Still, though, we were not finished. 
I had just received an email asking for a very, very specific prayer request. My dear friend Donna was welcoming a grandchild into the world. For the past several years, Donna and I have had an inexplicable bond of interwoven prayers where babies are concerned. My family and I had the great joy of praying to Our Lady of the Milk and Happy
Delivery for Stevie and John, and for Leigha Rose, and for her wonderful grandmother. Leigha was born that day and I just know Our Lady of La Leche was smiling at the happy coincidence.
After about nineteen hours in the car, and all of Anne of Green Gables and much of Anne of Avonlea, we stopped somewhere in North Carolina for the last night of our trip. We were all pretty tired of each other traveling. The stories had been our saving grace, those and the Tic-Tacs we kept feeding Katie to keep her quiet settle her stomach.
After the lights were out in the hotel room, Nicholas asked no one in particular, "How does heaven make snow?"
Mary Beth answered, "It starts to rain, but it's really cold so the rain turns to snow. Now, go to sleep."
Patrick leaped to answer more poetically, "God cries and his tears fall as rain. But the angels give Him Tic-Tacs. They make His breath icy cold and He blows on the raindrops. They turn to snow and twinkle at Him as they fall to earth."
I smiled into my pillow. Lucy Maud Montgomery would be pleased.
Pictures tomorrow. I promise.
..but only once. And so
Tip of the bonnet to Katherine, whose blog is rated PG. And the reason is a sad commentary on life in America...
I'm Elizabeth. I'm a happy wife and the mother of nine children. I grab grace with both hands and write to encourage myself and others to seize and nurture the joy of every day. I blog here with my daughter, Mary Beth, a wholehearted young lady on the brink of adulthood.
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