I long hoped that we would make Maria's first communion a similarly well-feted event. After all, first communion is a pivotal moment in the story of a soul, and it's fitting that it should be celebrated in a big way. But reality has a way of paring down our plans. Between having a newborn and having a stomach bug hit our house this past week, I had doubts that we would even make it to the mass.
But we did make it, and so did our very dear friends, James, Dominic, and Imelda. Having them there meant a great deal to us. It was a beautiful service. Tears were shed.
We went home for a festal family meal of baked beans, bacon, blackberries, and cornbread. Maria requested the cornbread in lieu of cake. I was happy to comply!
Maria spent her afternoon listening to the audiobook of The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict and gave no appearance pining for a party. Hopefully, we'll have a party later, but today, it was lovely to just have the first communion.
The flower crown was a project of this morning. The greenery and small flowers came from our yard, and the rest came from a $4 Aldi's bouquet. I love that our humble yard violets found their way into the crown. Violets remind me of St. Therese.
Evidently, wearing white is contagious.