A Good, Good Day

New Milford Pride Green lost yesterday, ending a long winning streak.  Oh well.
Although he had 2 ribbies,  Miles suffered thru a rare 0 for 3 day at bat.  Even more
rare, he had a couple of unfortunate and inopportune plays in the field.  Hmmmm.

Miles was not particularly happy on our way to Aunt Sara's house, but his mood
brightened as he spent some quality time with his almost 2 year old cousin, Ceci.

They entertained each other, nurtured and cared for each other.  All in all, I'd say
Miles didn't necessarily have a great day, but he had a good, good day.

On the field, you can always plan on "getting them next time."
Off the field, you've got your family all of the time.

Trinity

An angel, a saint, and a communicant.

The angel says grace.
The saint prays for me.
The communicant makes me ponder.

The angel died.
The saint introduced me to a charismatic priest.
The communicant gives me pause.

The angel inspires me
The saint guides me.
The communicant makes me proud.




I am a classic "cafeteria catholic,"  but I have recently added something to my plate.
As we all celebrate Miles' first communion, I also celebrate my first communion in
over 40 years.  Thank you, Olivia, Geeg, Miles, for leading me back to the altar.

I may not live forever, but I plan to live every day until I die.  And when I get to heaven,
I will thank my trinity for helping me find the way.