This is my youngest son, William Patrick. I thought it would be fitting to talk about him on the feast day of one of his namesakes. I got to pick his middle name (my husband picked his first), so I chose one that had been a favorite of mine throughout my life. I didn't pick it because of St. Patrick, but now that I'm Catholic, I'm very glad for the meaning behind the name.
He doesn't look like this anymore (now he's a teen with wild curly hair), but I love this picture of him. Its goofiness displays Billy's sense of humor. The grass in his helmet is from taking a spill on his bike and he decided to keep it that way for comic effect (a very Billy thing to do).
He is a young philosopher with true intellectual curiosity, and we have wonderful discussions. His still waters run deep, and he likes to ponder and reflect (kind of like his mom :). He's also a surprisingly adept writer and a budding cartoonist. I believe someday he will give Gary Larson a run for his money.
From his childhood interest in all things bug and lizard to his current interest in history and politics, he's keen to learn all about the world.
Here's to Billy on today, your day.
PS Below is a link to St. Patrick's beautiful "Breastplate Prayer." Enjoy!
Prayer of St. Patrick