This is the first in many years when I only remembered it was her feast-day at the end of the day... and now I am able to blog about her retrospectively. The pretty kitchen-porch roses came in to give her due honor as she watched me from heaven constantly and helps me in my motherly life. I felt bad and as I prayed "I'm sorry" I saw her in heaven, all motherly smiles, saying "I understand"... and I felt privileged and loved!Dearest Saint Ann, please pray for me.
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