Me about our new Pope, Saint Francis: “Habemus Papum! See, I told you he’d be bald!”
My husband: “I hate to tell you this. He’s not bald, short, tired-looking, or dark-skinned. Now I’ll have to be the man of your dreams.”
Me: “Well, the top of his head is bald.”
You’ll need to read the previous post to follow my madness.
Incidentally, two of our family’s most cherished photos were taken in Rome by the Papal photographer.
Now that she’s been blessed by the 263rd and 264th successors of Saint Peter, we wonder when our daughter will be planning her trip to meet the 265th successor, Pope Francis I, Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio, in person.
I get my papal blessings via the television. I’m thinking there’s enough love and grace for everyone. But, if I ever play the lottery, I’m gonna ask our daughter to buy the ticket.
Please pray for Pope Francis! I know he’s praying for us.
VIVA IL PAPA!