A birthday and a Name day.

Five years ago today I was cozy in bed just barely starting my ninth month of pregnancy when I was a awakened by a warmth that shouldn't be there. I quickly realized that my water broke, but it was 4 weeks too early. That didn't matter little boy Ferrenberg was wanting out. He originally was due on August 24th with a c-section scheduled (won't get into that) for August 20th the feast of Prophet Samual...he was to be Samuel.
I drove myself to the hospital as we weren't expecting this and needed child care for the other children. James joined me just in time, I was already in the OR numb. He walked in and whispered "Today is the Feast of St. Joseph of Arimathea." Joseph Mark was born 10 minutes later! There was no question about the new choice, it fit perfect. Just about 3 or so months earlier I had signed up to read at the tomb on Holy Friday night for one hour. The folks that signed up after me never showed up, but I didn't realize it until someone did show up and it was not them. I ended up reading at the tomb of Christ for 2 hours that night, just as I'm sure Joseph of Arimathea spent many hours at the tomb of Christ. So "Joseph" was meant to be.
Today my baby boy is FIVE years old! He has grown so quickly into a handsome little boy full of energy, curiosity and sweetness.
Oh most Holy St. Joseph please pray unto God for Joseph.

The Noble Joseph,
When he had taken down Your most pure Body from the tree,
Wrapped it in fine linen and anointed it with spices,
And placed it in a new tomb.
But You did rise on the third day, O Lord,
Granting the world great mercy.

May God grant you many years my sweet boy.