How My Kids Became Part of Penance from the Pope
and The First Communion Dress
How We Stood Up the Pope
February 2003 was not my favorite month. It began with chicken pox making its way through 3 kids, then The Norwalk virus, a 24 hour flu that I blame for my first miscarriage. It’s true that the year 2003 was off to a rough start, but my husband Bill, took it upon himself to make a dream happen.
*notice date of article April 22, 2003…all about SARS coming from Toronto (where we’re from).
Our audience with the Pope was April 30, 2003!
The next day, we took the bus into town, with our little jet-lagged toddler. Joseph threw up all over Bill as soon as we got off the bus. (Joseph had been too tired to eat much that morning, so fortunately it was a relatively clean disaster.) The hot Italian sun seemed to dry-clean Bill’s shirt as we waited patiently in our seats to the right of the Pope’s chair!
It looks like he’s selling hats!
We were just a few rows back, but still barricaded from meeting the Holy Father. We listened to his voice and watched eagerly as he greeted all the first row people. To our surprise, many people left…but we stayed… glued in place, watching the Holy Father.
The funniest thing happened when we returned home and visited with our friend Elizabeth. As soon as she saw us, she said in her (kind of loud) voice: “Where WERE you?! Karol said you didn’t come. He had the scones ready and everything!”
…according to Elizabeth: