There were no beers on a lawn, no barbecues, no hoards of laughing friends and family, no vacation days, no fireworks. Still, Paige and I donned our red, white and blue in the hopes that there may be a few “Happy Independence Days” launched our way.
No such luck.
However, we were able to coerce Fr. Charlie into a rare photo op in honor of the day. For true musings on the celebration of America's 231 years, read the blog de mon frère. It's touching.
2 comments:
That is one lucky padre.
yowza.
Tell Paige I say hi.
Beautiful picture!! Father Charlie looks very pleased to be included in this photo op.
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