There were a lot of babies and children at Mass. Their sounds filled the air. There was crying, laughing, burbling, shouting, loud whispering and the pitter-patter of little feet running to the bathroom or escaping the pew and running from their...
Part 1: Forgiveness I stopped making dinner and followed the sounds of screaming into the living room where I came upon yet another knock-down drag-out fight between my two youngest who had, apparently, engaged prison rules. There was some question...
