Eleven years ago, my husband and I were peeling potatoes for a dinner for the residents of Gift of Peace, a home for the dying in Washington, D.C. Gift of Peace is one of the many homes scattered across the world that were founded by Mother Teresa and staffed with the loving presence of her sisters. The sisters responded with warm enthusiasm when they learned that I was pregnant. They decided to say a rosary—to accompany the work on the potatoes—for the child growing in my womb.