Rosaries I own.
Far left: given to my eldest son when he attended parochial school. No, it does not glow in the dark! To the left is a rosary Luke received when he made his FHC. Interestingly, it was given to him by a friend who isn't even Catholic. Next to that are the beads I learned to pray the Rosary on back in 2003. I thought only little old ladies in black prayed it - boy, was I wrong! To the right of that are some beads purchased by friends who went to Rome. Next is my favorite set of beads that Nikki brought me from the Vatican. They sparkle! The blue beads I purchased on Monserrat in Bogota, Colombia. They were in my pocket when my marriage was convalidated in 2004. The last set were ordered from the Marians, tireless promoters of the Divine Mercy.
My god-daughter and her mom. Both soooo far away from the Church. I keep praying.
And here's a snapshot of Mr. Poopy-Pants!
I LOVE that pose!
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