Mary Ann Lacey

@kayakestable Our God is an awesome God ♥️🙏🏽 Extremely happy for your family’s blessings ♥️

Durante nueve meses, mi esposa, Brooklyn, llevó en su vientre a nuestro pequeño niño. Y durante nueve meses, vivimos en un lugar entre la esperanza y el desamor. A principios del embarazo, supimos que algo estaba terriblemente mal. Alrededor del tercer o cuarto mes, los médicos nos dijeron que nuestro hijo tenía una hidrocefalia severa —líquido que se acumulaba tan rápidamente en su cerebro que lo empujaba todo a un lado. Antes lo llamaban “agua en el cerebro”, pero la simplicidad del nombre no suavizaba la realidad. Eventualmente nos derivaron al Hospital Infantil de Cincinnati, donde algunos de los mejores especialistas en fetos del país se reunieron con nosotros. Y nos dieron ese tipo de noticia para la que ningún padre está jamás preparado. Su condición era tan severa, tan extrema, que dejaron de medirla. No tenía sentido, dijeron. Las imágenes de la resonancia magnética eran devastadoras. Nos dijeron que había más del 90% de probabilidades de que nuestro hijo: • Muriese poco después del nacimiento, o • Sobreviviese con un deterioro cognitivo tan profundo que la vida —la vida real— no sería posible. Nos sentamos en reuniones por las que ningún padre debería pasar. Conversaciones sobre tubos de respiración. Sobre cuánto tiempo intentar. Sobre el momento en que tendríamos que tomar la decisión de dejarlo ir. Brooklyn se mudó a Cincinnati para estar cerca del hospital. Yo iba y venía —trabajando, cuidando a nuestras hijas Sophie y Lily, e intentando mantener nuestra casa en pie mientras nuestro mundo parecía derrumbarse. Luego llegó el 8 de julio. Quince minutos antes de la cesárea de Brooklyn, nos sentamos de nuevo con los médicos e discutimos cuándo —no si— tendríamos que retirar el soporte vital y dejar que nuestro hijo fuera al cielo. No tengo palabras para ese tipo de dolor. Y entonces —Charlie Edward Schnarr llegó a este mundo llorando. Un llanto fuerte, alto, desafiante. El sonido más hermoso que he escuchado en mi vida. Se quedó en la UCIN hasta ayer… y ahora estamos en casa. Juntos. Abrazándolo. Queriéndolo. Viéndolo respirar. Viéndolo vivir. Tiene una leve dilatación ventricular que vigilaremos —pero de lo contrario? Está prosperando. Comiendo. Retorciéndose. Bostezando. Agarrando nuestros dedos. Mirando alrededor a un mundo que nunca se suponía que sería el suyo. Los médicos no tienen explicación. Dijeron que su cerebro de alguna manera despejó el bloqueo por sí solo —algo que ninguno de ellos ha visto en un caso tan severo. La palabra que resonaba en la UCIN de enfermeras experimentadas y especialistas de primer nivel era la misma: “Milagro.” “Intervención divina.” Ellos lo dijeron. No nosotros. Sabemos que miles de personas —familia, amigos, compañeros de trabajo, extraños— estaban orando por nuestro hijo. Creo con todo mi ser que Dios escuchó esas oraciones. Que Él puso Su mano sobre Charlie. Que Él dijo, no a este. Pasaré el resto de mi vida agradeciéndole. A cada persona que oró por nosotros —cada mensaje de texto, cada nota, cada intención susurrada— gracias. Nos sostuvieron cuando estábamos demasiado exhaustos para sostenernos a nosotros mismos. La oración es real. Dios es real. Y los milagros… todavía ocurren. Con un corazón lleno y agradecido,

A North St. Louis mother prepares about 100 free lunches every school day for neighborhood children and has been doing so for more than a decade. Champale Anderson, a mother of six, runs the daily meal effort from her home kitchen in the Penrose neighborhood of North St. Louis, Missouri. She started in 2014 after noticing children coming home from school without enough to eat. Since then, she has continued preparing and handing out meals every weekday, often reaching around 100 lunches or more each day. The meals are simple and consistent, often including sandwiches, snacks, fruit cups, and drinks. Her own children sometimes help pack the lunches. Kids in the neighborhood can come directly to her home to receive food through an open-door system. She funds the effort through her work as a healthcare provider, along with community donations and a GoFundMe page for the mission known as Champ’s Teardrops. Her daily work has become a long-standing support system in a neighborhood where some families face ongoing food insecurity. What began as a small response to what she saw has continued into a years-long commitment that still runs today in 2025 and 2026. For many families, it remains a reliable source of help that shows how consistent care from one home can reach an entire community. (Photo: Champale Anderson)

@ambergambler_ He chose well cuz she’s laughing 😂😂

My mates birthday today. Her husband bought her card without his glasses on

@TheTango247 @RealMattCouch Good one!! 👏🏽👏🏽

@RealMattCouch High-bachi grill.

😂😂😂

@Moonlighhy @ShennenBersani Hope it didn’t make them sick 😻

I ordered pizza for delivery while I was out, but when I got home, all I found before me was an empty box with the remnants of the pizza gone, and two parakeets happily chatting while munching on pizza...

Early bird gets ta 🐛 😁

@AparnaKarthi Inquiring minds would like to know, are they in their special spot or do they share different spots? 😍♥️

Friends and family, pls bring your own sofa if you plan to visit us 😹😹

@jasonrantz One can immediately tell he’s a GREAT dog!! 🥳🥳♥️♥️

Forgot to mention: I adopted a dog. His name is D’Artagnan. He’s the best dog in the history of dogs. Can’t believe I forgot to tell you guys.

@atensnut So sad 💔♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️🙏🏽

RIP Sweet Angels 💔

BREAKING: News legends Dan Rather and Sam Donaldson along with 250 journalists sign blistering letter demanding the White House Correspondents’ Dinner “stop the polite nonsense” forcefully call out Trump to his face! In a powerful open letter, retired star journalists Rather (94) and Donaldson (92), along with more than 250 other members of the press, are urging the White House Correspondents’ Association to stop the usual polite nonsense and use this week’s dinner to directly confront Donald Trump’s unprecedented attacks on the free press. The letter states that Trump’s “systematic, sustained, and unprecedented” assault on journalism – including retaliatory bans, lawsuits, defunding public broadcasting, arrests of reporters, and constant verbal attacks – makes it impossible for the dinner to continue as “business as usual.” They are calling on the WHCA to issue a strong, public defense of the First Amendment from the podium, deliver a direct condemnation of Trump’s behavior, and toast the Constitution in front of the man who has spent years trying to destroy press freedom. This is a remarkable moment: some of the most respected names in American journalism are saying enough is enough. Enough normalizing. Enough smiling and clapping while Trump attacks the free press every single day. The letter makes clear that freedom of the press is not a partisan issue but a cornerstone of democracy, and must be defended. If you support real journalists standing up to Trump’s war on the free press, please like and share this post.

@LouiseWalton78 All So cute but definitely the one with the cat 😻

Pick a knitted hat , any hat - Which one would you wear? 💕🐑💙🐔❤️🐈‍⬛

@TweeetsOfDogs Thank you for saving them ♥️♥️♥️

OMG. My wife and I found these three on a hiking trip tied up to a pole with wire so short, they couldn't lay down and with no food or water, not that they could reach it even if there was. We knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so we took them. The white one collapsed on the way to the car, so I had to carry her the rest of the way. Animal cruelty should be a Class C Felony with a mandatory 10-year prison term.

@OnlyInBOS 🤣🤣

What Boston Marathon runners saw at Mile 4 today...

🇺🇸🫡 When the National Anthem audio completely fails at a high school basketball game … this absolute legend steps up, belts out a powerful rendition like it’s his job, hand over heart from the stands. Then? He casually sits back down and goes right back to his popcorn like nothing happened🍿😅 Pure American moment. Respect.

@MikeBales Funny! 😂 Enjoy! Those are yummy 😋

Don’t even ask. I’m not sharing.

@TheLucyShow1 This is tough love and I have great respect for Mom. ♥️

This mother made her daughter who was bullying another student apologize to the whole class!! Is this humiliation or good discipline? 🤔

@AsherHouseORG That had to be so hard for both of them 💔♥️♥️

Emotional day but Moody Blue is loving the next phase of his life 🦜💙

@fuzzy_llamas Congratulations! Your dress!! Love it!! 😍

finally got some wedding pictures back!! me and my HUSBAND !!!!!!!!!

In 1934, Joseph Ratzinger, later Pope Benedict XVI, wrote a beautiful letter addressed to 'Baby Jesus' requesting Christmas presents He was 7 years old "Dear Baby Jesus, quickly come down to earth. You will bring joy to children. Also bring me joy. I would like a Volks-Schott (a Mass prayers book), green clothing for Mass (clerical clothing) and a heart of Jesus. I will always be good. Greetings from Joseph Ratzinger"

@BigBichote That’s funny! She’s watching out for you! 😂😂

My niece violated me… I don’t deserve this