While I was gone, my wonderful husband: changed out our two broken refrigerators with one unbroken refrigerator, totally cleaned out the mudroom in preparation of new four-footed friend(s), and fixed the door on the medicine cabinet. All this while taking care of our youngest five children and nursing a bit of a stomach bug himself. IS he superman, or what?
While in Omaha, I got the chance to record some of the boys' singing. I hope you don't mind if I share some with you. I'm very proud of them. It's a blessing I can't even begin to appreciate I think, that our children so joyfully lift their voices to God. Because, let me tell you, they love to sing! They sing at the drop of a hat, at the slightest hint, anywhere, any time. But, here's where I love to hear them best:
The Stabat Mater at the end of early Mass the Second Sunday of Lent.
(First Mass attendance was really light Sunday, but second Mass was so crowded, I had to squeeze into a corner of the choir loft!)
Breakfast after Saturday morning Mass with a great group of kids, the members of the Boys' Choir ~ plus Michelle: (L-R) son Dominic, son Jon, friend Julian, son Kevin, friend Isaac (in place of his brother Caleb, a seminarian, who's in the choir, but couldn't come to breakfast with us), daughter Michelle, and friend Tim.
(first four stanzas)