After our nightly rosary:

You didn’t know that I was watching, my dear little boy.  I was.  I saw what you did.  I watched, misty eyed, as you so lovingly gathered the family rosaries.  I watched as you kissed mine and placed it upon the statue of Our Lady.  I saw how you struggled, on tiptoes, to place that very large statue on the mantle.

I saw you.  I was so proud…