One pudgy toddler finger in my cheek and in the twinkling of her little eyes my dd pronounced the name "Mop"
The other pudgy toddler finger in her cheek and in the twinkling of her little eyes my dd pronounced the name "Me"
With one set of toddler arms wrapped around my neck, she pronounced "Ah luf u Mop!", and my heart grew.
So I am a Mop?! I always likened myself to Our Lady’s Broom as St. Bernadette once called herself.
"a broom which Our Lady used, but now I have been put back in my corner."
Our Lady’s Mop perhaps? hmmmm… well…that sure would explain a lot! Life is a bit messy…isn’t it?