When the Homily is about Immunology

Happy Belated Namesday to the MRS

While we would need to change some of the lyrics (e.g. milk the goat, feed the chickens, tend the garden, scoop some poop, drops by the feed and tack, helps to dial in the scope of the varmint gun), the sentiment is still the same:

She’s in the kitchen at the crack of dawn
Bacon’s on, coffee’s strong
Kids running wild, taking off their clothes
If she’s a nervous wreck, well it never shows
Takes one to football and one to dance
Hits the Y for aerobics class
Drops by the bank, stops at the store
Has on a smile when I walk through the door
The last to go to bed, she’ll be the first one up
And I thought I was tough

She’s strong, pushes on, can’t slow her down
She can take anything life dishes out
There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

Susan Sophia...indeed....'twas her simple yet profound country wisdom that led us to where we are today.

Give her a round of "Many Years!"