Happy Tuesday, friends! I'm sorry I missed you yesterday and Itty Bitty Lovelies.
I'm still recovering from a full weekend. We relished in soccer games and family fun as well as celebrating my oldest daughter's First Communion. It was both a small and a large happening.
I was the lucky one who got to sit next to my daugther during the Mass as she fidgeted with nervousness and smiled small smiles of reassurance to her inquisitive, overbearing mama.
I had expected her to grin from ear-to-ear, like she'd been doing the last week as she talked about how grown-up she'd been feeling with this sacred rite ahead of her. But instead my first baby, my now mature 8-year old, was very deliberate, specifically focused, and, one might even say, intense.
At times during the Mass I tried to get her to giggle to lighten her mood, and she shushed me to quiet.
I looked down at those long eyelashes and blushing red cheeks, and I remembered that sometimes falling in love is serious. And the most sacred moments of our lives sometimes come with a clarity and beauty that makes joy seem obsolete.
I feel particularly blessed to witness this lifelong love story of faith.
Sharing these words of wisdom that have been particularly comforting to me as of late.