Our sweet dog Rosie died–a little unexpectedly, on the Feast of St. Francis of Assisi.
     That dog was a faithful companion to us, through our whole life with children.  We got her when I was pregnant with Jacob, and she has been with us through six pregnancies, five live births, four homes, countless camping trips, and seemingly ten thousand children who came over to play.  She was gentle, loyal, and helped make our family what it is today.

     Thank you, Rosie!  We love you!  It is strangely empty in this house without you!