That Dad Life (And Go Irish!)

So before I get to blogging about our 2025 Thanksgiving celebration here at Casa Papa and Grammy, I wanted to finish this post that I started a while back and never finished.  I seem to be a day late and a dollar short a lot at this blog in recent years; but better late than never, right?  So here we go:

 

There are few things more delightful for a mother (or a father, of course) to behold than the site of her sons killing it in the fatherhood department.  Just the fact that my husband and I only have five offspring of our own, and between them they have 23 children (so far!), tells you all you need to know about how our boys have wholeheartedly embraced their God-given, sacred, and vital vocation. I can't tell you the joy it brings us to know that they all wanted big families.  It makes us feel (or hope, anyway) that this means they have happy memories of growing up in our home, in a tight-knit pack of five brothers.

They take their role as fathers, as the loving leaders of their households, seriously.  That much is clear.

THEY ARE PASSING THE FAITH ON TO THEIR CHILDREN:

A couple of weeks ago, we were at son #3’s house, celebrating the 8th birthday of one of his daughters. After we had the cake and presents, he gathered his five kids in the family room to say their daily decade of the Rosary together.  And afterward, he had children draped all over him as a chapter was read aloud from a kids’ book of Bible stories (another nightly tradition of theirs that follows the Rosary).

THEY LOVE SPREADING HOLIDAY CHEER IN THEIR HOMES:

The very same night we were over at son #3's house for the birthday celebration,  son #5, our baby, took it upon himself to deck the halls of the house he shares with his wife and two wee daughters.  To our family text stream, he posted this photo of his youngest (also the youngest of our 23 grandchildren) in his arms, entranced by the glowing Christmas tree.  I absolutely love this image; it looks like art—I wish I could paint it!

THEY GIVE THEIR KIDS SPECIAL ONE-ON-ONE TIME (AND ALSO SHARE THEIR LOVE OF NOTRE DAME FOOTBALL WITH THEM):

In this case, make that ONE-ON-TWO time.  Here is a picture of our #4 son, a father of four, with his two 8-year-old boys (identical twins as well as triplets, along with a sister) on a road trip with Papa and Grammy out to the University of Notre Dame the Friday before Thanksgiving, to attend the ND v. Syracuse game on Saturday, November 22.  We left for South Bend early Friday morning.

And we got there in time to do a little bit of campus sight-seeing late that afternoon.

What a thrill for Papa and Grammy to share this core memory experience
with these beloved grandsons and their father.

On Saturday morning, we had breakfast at the locally famous Pancake House (the very same one that my husband used to frequent way back in the late 70's when he was a student out there) and then did some more campus exploration before the game, which was made all the more enjoyable because of the milder-than-usual November temps!  The boys even got to visit the dorm that their dad used to call home. 

That afternoon, these lucky lads got to see the luck of the Irish in action: an epic 70-7 win, which as their dad joked, "set them up for a lifetime of unrealistic expectations."  This is undoubtably true; they may never see such a game again.  Before this trip, they weren't really football fans yet; but after this incredible experience (where they got to sit in club seats up there with all the beautiful people, thanks to the generosity of my husband's siblings, who have club tickets they weren't using that weekend!), we think they might be joining the ranks of die-hard Notre Dame fans.

As an added bonus, our oldest son, a pilot who lives and works in WI,  flew his boss in for the game.  He was able to sit with his younger brother and two nephews for the first half; but since the Irish had things well in hand from the get-go, by halftime the boss had had enough of watching them manhandle the Orangemen (it was already 49-0!), and our son had to leave to fly him back home.

Brother time for sons #1 and #4.

Enjoying all the pre-game feasting and fun up in the club.

On Sunday, we attended Mass at the glorious Basilica of the Sacred Heart, and then we stopped by the Grotto to say some prayers to the Lady who lives there in a lofty niche in the stones.  She's the Lady who also lives atop the iconic Golden Dome.  And She's the Lady who watches over that university named for Her with motherly concern and undying love, I am quite convinced.  (Love thee, Notre Dame!)  Then after our wonderful whirlwind weekend, early Monday morning we hopped in the car for the return trip to VA.

Our youngest son and his wife and two daughters had arrived in VA to spend Thanksgiving week with us the Sunday night that we were out in South Bend (oh how I'd love to be in two places at once sometimes!). Fortunately, they were able to stay at son #3's house on Sunday and Monday nights and get in some good bonding time (of both the brother and cousin variety) before they moved in with us on Tuesday.   They did not leave to head back to TN until Sunday, and it was truly a joy to have them with us.  I started missing them the moment they drove away!

Next time, I'll fill you in on our Thanksgiving festivities, in all their chaotic glory!  In the meantime...Go Irish!