Both of my sisters are mothers to a total of six fantastic children.I caught this when Patty's first child, Chris was baptised. It was a formal, Ukranian Catholic service in which only the godparents partook. I sat in a pew behind my sister and could almost feel her anguish at having to hold herself back from her wailing son. When the priest laid Chris on the cold marble floor in front of the alter, he stopped crying. I think we were all a little nervous wondering if he was OK. When Patty was finally handed her son, exhausted, he burrowed as far as he could into her shoulder and we all sighed in relief.
Chris is now a working man in Chicago, having graduated from the University of Illinois a couple of years ago.
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