Irish Roots

Okay, so you don't really have Irish roots, but Daddy and I lived in South Bend, Indiana when we were first married, and Notre Dame became more than just a university to us. So it was with great pleasure that we took a trip to show you and your sisters around campus today. The excitement was palpable as Eleanore and Charlotte sang the fight song in the car at the top of their lungs over and over and over again on our way.

Our first stop was the grotto. You and your sisters each lit a candle and chose something special to pray about. We had the place pretty much to ourselves which was nice. It was beautifully sunny, peaceful, and quiet.

We also checked out the golden dome and the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. I think you liked the Basilica's ceilings because your eyes were glued upward. (Or, as Nonna would say, maybe you were watching angels up there.)

Daddy was very excited to take you all into Hammes Bookstore. As you can see, your sister Charlotte wanted to make sure that you and she were dressed in your "Oater Dame" shirts for the occasion. Your sisters were in awe of all of the Irish gear everywhere.

You are our little observer, probably chanting, "Go Irish!" in your head as you took it all in.