by Bishop Thomas John Paprocki
When I was growing up, Sundays in the Paprocki household had a very different feel from the rest of the week. After my parents, my siblings and I went to morning Mass together, we would come home to a big breakfast. It was not the usual bowl of cereal and juice eaten hurriedly before rushing off to school, but a sumptuous delight of eggs and bacon cooked by my father. The fact that Dad made breakfast was different in that Mom did the cooking during the rest of the week, since my father was always tending to the pharmacy that our family owned and operated.