My husband, Brendan, and Patrick fixed the wobbly ceiling fan in the boys’ room, yesterday. At one point, Brendan asked his dad, “Do you like it when Patrick’s helping you?” My husband responded, “Yes, Brendan, I do.” Patrick immediately said, “Because I’m not into mischief.”

I often remember my mom saying that blue-eyed, blond-haired boys are full of mischief. She was so right. I pray that she is in Heaven, looking down at her blue-eyed, blond-haired grandsons (she has a few of them) and laughing.