I was born into a parish named Our Lady of the Assumption. My parents wisely saw it fitting to have me baptized when I was one-month old on the feast of Our Lady of the Assumption. On that day, my earthly godfather stood next to my parents as I was baptized, and I imagine my godmother, who my parents selected to be the Virgin Mother, came from heaven to join the invisible miracle of me being adopted as the daughter of God.
I wish I could say that from that moment on my life with Mary, the Mother of God, was special and amazing, but it was not. As a child, I saw her image as Our Lady of Fatima in my Portuguese home. Every night, I prayed a Portuguese Rosary with my parents, but many times it was a foreign language to me, and I just followed the chant without really praying the words or even understanding what I was doing.Read More