Okay, while I'm happy to report nobody had stomach flu like we did two years ago on Easter, and there were no terribly unfortunate roll-over big honkin' man truck accidents to nearly kill and traumatize us like last Easter, there was something...
Ken and I couldn't get our marriage blessed. It was a paperwork thing. A sucky paperwork thing, but I was cleared enough on all other fronts to join him in communion.
It was such a joyous time. Not like I dreamed. This time I didn't weep my way through it. This time me and the kids stood together rather than me going before everybody and standing alone. This time I smiled a lot--Father Gary has the kind of smile that makes you smile as wide as the sky when he grins at you anyway. I wore the suit. The linebacker suit I said I couldn't stand. I wanted the pearls when I woke up this morning. Apparently I can do massive shoulders if I have delicate pearl accents, but I can tell you this, I will never, ever wear that suit again.
On the bright side, I can still wear a kick-butt dress when we get our marriage blessed! You gotta love that silver lining.
On the brightest side ever. Christ is risen. I'm at home in the Holy Catholic Church. I believe I am exactly where God wants me to be, and there are greens and lamb and barb-b-que cooking.
Happy Easter. I'll post some picchas later.
the new, Catholic, mair francis!
Ha! You didn't think I'd do this without a new name, now did ya???