My little Bumblebee had her First Communion this past weekend.
*photo of an angelic Bumblebee:
There is just something about the magic of a child and their perspective on God. Doubts haven’t begun to creep into their beliefs and at the age of seven everything is pure, simple, and in a word: holy.
It was a lovely day. The weather was a bit on the chilly side, so I don’t mean beautiful to describe the weather. I woke up early to decorate the cupcakes I made for the luncheon we’d be having before mass. Just a small group of family, nothing too stressful to manage, which is good since I’d spent most of Saturday parked next to my barf bucket. (Our little Goblin is still giving its momma a hard time… someday we’re going to have a chat about this.) The Husband and the kids woke up fairly early and helped get the house in order. At one point, when all five of us were busy doing some sort of chore to get ready for the luncheon, I stopped and smiled, while thinking to myself, This is teamwork, and it’s lovely.
The grandparents were there:
*photo of Grandpa E with Bumblebee:
*photo of Grandma D and Grandpa C with Bumblebee:
*photo of Grandma J and Larry with Bumblebee:
As were Uncle Z and soon to be Aunt M:
We even got a picture of her with the neighbor girls, her best friends:
It was nice having the family together for the occasion:
Mass was a nice, sweet event. The readings were done by the children in their high, sweet, slightly halting voices. Father Dan addressed the children specifically in the homily and all eyes were on him. They were listening to his message on becoming an adult in the church community and making their own decision on taking Communion.
Bumblebee got to read some of the prayer petitions, and she did a lovely job. Her voice was clear, the volume was perfect, and she pronounced the word catechists just as we practiced it. It made me cry. I’m such a sap.
When it was time for the children to go up and receive Communion, I choked up again. Gah! I don’t think I can blame these emotions on hormones, because these were just normal rite of passage waterworks. Bumblebee took the host, and then the wine. When we all got back to our seats, and were singing the song during Communion, we cracked up to notice that Bumblebee had the hiccups.
Every time she tried to sing, she hiccupped.
Yep, that’s my kid. Zero tolerance for alcohol. At least it’ll be easy to spot if she tries to steal from the liquor cabinet as a teenager.
It really was a lovely day. I can’t believe she’s big enough for this. Many thanks to the family who made the trip to see this special event. She was proud to have you all there, and enjoyed her special day.
This weekend is another busy one. Soon to be Aunt M’s bridal shower and bachelorette party. Should be fun! Guess who’s going to take a lot of pictures and be the designated driver?