The Mass was beautiful. Violet was beautiful. Her faith is beautiful. And humbling.
I spent the morning stressed about getting to church on time, the lunch to follow, the combination of seven year old with white everything. You know, the things that matter when your daughter is about to receive the Sacrament of the Eucharist for the first time.
Thankfully, my family knows me and loves me and ignores my crazy.
We had a simple lunch, a cake, a few lovely gifts and I feel stupid for being such a crabby-pants-worry-wart, but that’s usually how it goes.