Last Saturday, my niece, Morgan, made her First Holy Communion. I missed most of the Mass, since little Pete was temporarily demonically possessed. He would be nice and quiet outside the building, but as soon as I went into the chapel, he would begin to wail. He didn't seem to suffer nearly as much the next day when we went to church.
Here is Jenny before the Mass. She seems so calm, huh?
She, too, had issues that morning. And then I left her in the pew with my parents while I dealt with devil-boy.
This is how she spent the rest of Mass after I left her. I was relieved.
This is Katie snuggling with her Uncle Glenn.
The only person in this photo I know is Morgan who is on the end closest to the camera.
I love these group shots. The kids all look so lovely.
Here are my parents, my sister, Barbara, my brother-in-law, Bill, and Morgan. Even though half the people in the photo are looking at the other camera person, I think it's a nice shot of them.
I have no photos of my Dad's Easter Vigil Mass. As luck would have it, I turned on my camera, lined up for a shot as they were beginning the confirmation portion, and tried to zoom in. The camera went dead. I looked at my sister, Beth, and mouthed that my batteries were dead. "Mine, too," she mouthed back. Oh, well. It freed me to pay attention to the prayers and blessings of the ceremony, I suppose.
I did enjoy this Mass. I was worried - I had forgotten to bring tissue. I'm one of those emotional crybabies. As soon as I saw my Dad's name in the program, I started to well up. I concentrated on following along in the missal and the program, which was great, since those running the show didn't seem to know what they were doing. I was so distracted by trying to guess what would happen next that I completely forgot about crying! In defense of my parents' church, I will say that their church building is under renovation and they were in a rented hall with limited access prior to the Mass. They also don't have a pastor right now, since the last one died recently (may his soul rest in peace). Their lack of rehearsal showed, but it wasn't really their fault. It kept me from having mascara running down my face, and that's all that really matters, right?
Thankfully, the three youngest were left at home. Fritz and Billy weren't too happy about being there, and did a lot of complaining. Is the attitude thing normal for an 8 - 9 year old boy? It was late, especially since we had only been in the central time zone for about 48 hours. But they've managed to stay up to midnight for special events like New Year's Eve with no trouble. Fritz was so sulky that I told him if he didn't shape up, he wouldn't go to Communion, and if he didn't go to Communion, he had to return to Mass the next morning to try again. I really thought I'd have a few more years before I had to deal with this.