Stardate 12.18.2025
We are one week away from one of the most extraordinary birthdays of all time — Christmas Day.
A birthday shared by two Mulligans: my dad and my Uncle Mike.
Uncle Mike always insisted it was a rip-off.
Twin boys.
One birthday.
One Christmas.
One combined present.
Legend has it he was so mad he ran away from home on Christmas Day.
Their older brother, Tom, decided he’d level the playing field by declaring he would have a baby born on St. Patrick’s Day. Whether sibling rivalry had anything to do with it, only God knows — but history shows He has a sense of humor.
In our family line, there are already two Mulligans born on St. Patrick’s Day.
And now… I’m adding my contribution.
☘️ An Irish Triplet Announcement
I’m happy (and slightly awed) to announce that I will soon be the father of Irish Triplets —
all born on…
drum roll please
cue the bagpipes
enter a choir of angels and a procession of saints
St. Patrick’s Day, Stardate 03.17.2026.
I can only imagine the Mulligan boys already in Heaven raising their glasses in celebration, all six of them along with two sisters who were both angels on earth. That Irish bar up there has enough ancestors to fill Kinnick Stadium — and I picture every single one of them waving back at us when the moment arrives.
📖 Gestation, God-Style
Only God controls the gestation period of my books.
Each one is unique.
Each one arrives on time — His time.
This third Irish triplet is well into the third trimester now. Like the others, labor and delivery are… complicated. I’ll share more as we get closer to the due date.
For now, I’ll simply say this:
All credit goes to Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior. My bracelet sums it up well –– I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13
Have a great day.
🖖 Captain’s Addendum
Bones: Hold on… did he just say Irish triplets? Spock, that’s not medically advisable.
Spock: Doctor, your concern is noted. However, the Captain appears to be referring to literary offspring, not biological ones although logs show the captain has a biological daughter also born on the same day increasing the probability of a statistical anomaly unexplained in human terms.
Bones: Well that’s a relief. Still — three at once?
Spock: Highly illogical… yet entirely consistent with the Captain’s life trajectory. Logic dictates that Irish triplets do not have to be born on the same day provided they are born within three years although it is highly unlikely to birth three offspring on the same day three times. This is statistically improbable.
Bones: I’ll say this much — if Heaven’s throwing a party, I hope they saved us a seat. I overhead the captain say his grandmother on his father's side planned her own Irish wake and made all her own funeral arrangements with an opening song, "When the Saints Go Marching In." I'd be honored to do an Irish jig with that lassie.
Spock: Probability suggests they have. Perhaps, doctor, you may consider elective surgery to correct your two human left feet before entering the dance floor with Michael's grandmother to eliminate risk of injury.
Michael’s Reflection
This made me laugh — and then it made me pause. God has a way of stacking meaning on meaning, joy on joy, often without warning. What feels surprising to us is often perfectly timed from Heaven’s point of view. One percent better, one faithful step at a time, and suddenly you’re standing inside a story you couldn’t have planned — but wouldn’t trade for anything.
📖 Scripture of the Day
“The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.”
— Psalm 126:3
🙏 Closing Thought
Thank you for walking this journey with me — for smiling, praying, and believing alongside me. May today remind you that God is still writing beautiful chapters, even when the timing feels unexpected.
Live long.
Prosper in purpose.
And walk boldly in divine love.
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