I had a date tonight with a handsome young man who is not my husband.

Shock, horror, etc. Haha.

My date was with my son. He is six years old and the sweetest little man I've ever laid eyes on. On our date, we prayed together. We prayed the Holy Rosary, focusing on the Glorious Mysteries.. My seven-year old prefers to pray to herself in her head, in private. I'm happy that she is praying. She has the biggest heart of any child I have ever known. And my two year old's speech is coming along, but much of what we catch from her comes in the form of "(word word)...da da da da(word)." We can usually make heads or tails of it. And even still, she folds her hands together and joins the family during meal prayers and at Mass. As young as she is, she understands.

As I type this, I have tears rolling down my face, because I could not possibly be prouder of these three beautiful little people. It just breaks my heart that we do not have a Catholic school for them to attend in our area. I am absolutely chomping at the bit, praying daily, for an opportunity to be transferred to a city closer to our northern home town, and with it, a chance to give our children a complete education- both academically AND spiritually. In the meantime, we belong to a wonderful church community and we are so blessed that way.

Well, off my soap box for now.