It's a Special Day

Happy Feast Day, St. Frances!! It's my patron saint's feast day, St. Frances Xavier Cabrini, who was an incredible Italian woman who wanted nothing more than to become a missionary nun like St. Francis Xavier who did missionary work in Asia.

When I was eight or nine, we were given the assignment of writing about our patron saint. I was incredibly upset to find out that my birthday and her feast day were not the same day. In fact, her feast day fell on my little sister's birthday.

Happy Birthday Ginna!

I am so blessed in so many ways, but there is one young lady who is a blessing to me each and every day. She is my best friend and confidant, and I can't imagine a world without her. There are very few seventeen year olds out there who can say they've got it figured out, but this one...this one knows what's up.

She is kind, faithful, and modest. She wants to dedicate her life to helping people and she is one the most hard-working, mature, loving people that I know.


She has helped mold me into the leader and friend that I am, because of how much she looked up to me when we were younger. Nowadays, I often feel like we are the same age, and that we both have so much to offer to the other. She believed in my ability to run camp before I did, and was there for me every step of the way this past summer.

My best memories of Ginna are infinite, I couldn't pick a favorite. When she was infant, she fell asleep in my arms, and all I wanted to do was read, but I also couldn't bear the idea of putting her down. So I sat there, holding and reading to her until my parents woke up from their nap and "relieved me" of my childcare duties.

I can remember cheering for her at every sport she has tried, trying over and over again to help her fall in love with books like I have, and eventually succeeding. Even when I didn't, I loved sharing a room with her. To this day, I dislike sleeping in an empty room because of our twelve years in a shared room.

But my most recent, favorite memory is when I shared my room with her at camp this summer. She was with me through that third week of camp, which was undoubtedly the hardest, and made each night before we crashed so much lighter, and made the thought of two more weeks seem so much more achievable.

For many siblings, a five year difference could cause huge fights and differences between siblings, and believe me, it did. But our differences have also brought us closer together, and created, for me at least, my best friend.

I love you Ginna Rosie, happy birthday!

LeAnn