Proof, not of my outfit, which was nothing super special, but our presence at said historical moment:
|Angry, work-weary, slightly stunned, squinty mad, and ginger-haired, in that order.|
|Peeking at Papa past this precious Italian gentleman and his dapper outfit.|
|Don't be fooled by the sweetness. He bit two people in Mass this morning.|
|And this one...I can't even talk about this one. But he did go 9 hours straight last night.|
|No filter, no edits, just a glorious parting of clouds and a pause in the rain for Papa's last Angelus. A beautiful and surprising moment.|
Ciao, Papa, and grazie tu.
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P.S. I made two - 2! - friends after Mass today. We bonded over expensive diapers, a disappointing lack of dryers, and other laundry-related issues. Riveting stuff. I smell slumber parties and karaoke nights in our future...