What do you have that you love?
My children and my dogs, of course. These seem like the obvious answers. But I don't want obvious today. Today I want to focus solely on possessions. My material things.
And if I'm being honest, the list starts with my rosaries.
I love my rosaries. There’s something about them that captivates me—not just in their design, but in what they represent. They’re beautiful in both form and significance.
I look for them when I travel, and though it may seem like an odd souvenir, it has become a tradition of sorts. Those I picked up in Rome hold special significance. There's something special about holding a rosary that has been blessed by the Pope. You hold that on a little closer to your heart. Even long after leaving the church, that remains special. You don’t have to be Catholic to feel its weight. It's a quiet connection, a sense of reverence that stays with you.
Write about a golden moment from yesterday:
Yesterday, I sat down with my brother to talk about Mema. We laughed, we cried (he shed more tears than I did), and, well, we may have gotten a little tipsy—maybe more than a little.
Talking about her always feels good, but what I loved even more were the tangents we found ourselves on. There were plenty of those. There always are when we’re together. The recorder ran for two hours and fifty minutes, and I can't wait to listen. There may not be much substance to be found, no hard hitting journalism. But that recording is full of us laughing together. It is a recording of love, and that is something to treasure.
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