❤️.. we sit as children beneath the tree.. .. dearest, I will tell you my story of my saints. The first saints I ever knew beyond Mary were the Fatima children. I must have been about, very close to 9.. what amazed me most was their sense of play, and of course, Jacinta, always sympathizing for doomed souls who didn’t know what awaited them in hell.. which would drive her to little sacrifices until she died. Early on, I understood the language of sacrifices and vows, and made my own when I was about 9, in the dead of night, before a candle, beneath the image of Our Blessed Mother as I wept. Whether or not those held or if God guards them still, I won’t know in this lifetime.