My dear "Uncle Pio." For some reason I am able to talk to him in the same familiar, yet respectful, tone with which I might address a relative. I almost never whine at our Blessed Mother or our Lord, but somehow I feel alright about whining to Padre Pio when things are feeling overwhelming.
I'm thinking that it might be a good day to bake something in honor of his feast. Maybe an almond-scented pound cake, served up with lots of fresh whipped cream and berries...
An awesome saint, indeed! And that pound cake sounds yummy! +JMJ+
ReplyDeleteOh that sounds delicious!! I was thinking of making cappuccino and tiramasu (sp?) :).
ReplyDeleteI scream at him a lot. He doesn't seem to respond to me until I'm at my most dire need. After I have an emotional meltdown directed towards him, it's amazing how he comes through. Must be the Italian hot-bloodedness, hehe.
I'm so glad you love him and complain to him! Yet one more reason you're my hero.