Well my favorite Deacon and I are home after a wonderful visit with our daughter and grandchildren. It was hard to leave, but it is good to be home.

I usually don’t get jet lag from the journey home, but I did this time. And I can’t shake it. But I did acquire a nasty bug, so that may be a contributing factor. What is it about me and airplanes? I always get sick after flying.

At least I can work from home, as I have a lot on my plate right now.

Anyway, we are delighted that Cathleen and Gareth finally had their marriage validated in the Church.  We are so grateful to their parish priest. Yes he drives my inner liturgical cop nuts—he doesn’t always do the red and say the black. But he loves being a priest, and he loves the Lord.

I am reasonably certain that it his witness that has brought my daughter back into the Church. Father told me, and no I didn’t ask, that Cathleen and the children participate in Sunday Mass almost every Sunday.

Perhaps he is the right priest, in the right place, at the right time. Praise God.

There was also a pretty awesome God-coincidence. The priest decided to have a Mass for grandparent’s day and Catholic Schools week for the first time. Our Grandsons made and gave us an invitation.

Granny and Granddad got just a tad bit choked up—especially when we saw that our oldest grandson playing the tin whistle with his class during Mass.

Anyway, Dylan, Cilian, and Ella are just amazing children. Of course all of our grandchildren are. And no we are not biased.