The Kid received her First Holy Communion this weekend.
It was really wonderful. Friends and family traveled from out of state to see the little miss partake in the Catholic tradition.
The Kid received an array of gifts, both in person and by mail, from those who love her. We will start on the thank you cards right away. I think she was quite charmed that all this hullabaloo was for her.
I am thankful for the parent volunteers who help teach the religious education classes at our church. I especially love our instructor, she is lovely and patient and firm. Also, a gaggle of girls in white dresses and veils is incredibly precious to see in person. Even if *one* girl AHEM happen to somehow break her veil into two pieces, oh, in the 40 minutes between dropping her off in the church basement and before walking in the church procession.
The Kid wore a dress I bought from … Forever 21. I know, right? The irony. I stopped at the mall last weekend and saw one dress in a fancypants department store that was $100. Well that was not, could not happen. So while being brave and perusing F21 for myself, I picked up a pair of coral sandals for $8 for me and in the girls section, who knew?, I spied a white dress with a black ribbon sash for $17. Buh-bye, black ribbon, hello symbol of purity.
(My dress was a last minute impulse buy from the Longmont Super Target. I paired it with my F21 sandals and some red lipstick, an orange vintage belt and a black cardi. Perhaps a little vampy for church, but it was either this or work clothes. Confession: I am not a planny plannerton, so things like hosting and locating the camera and figuring out what-am-I-going-to-wear and where-will-everyone-sleep just doesn’t cross my mind as essentials. These things just work themselves out in the end.
Godmother Cara and Godfudder Neal attended. These are some of my very best friends from college. They are the perfect people to be The Kid’s Godparents. Cara loves fancy fun clothes, cats, baking cakes, books, and dancing. Cara got The Kid the book “Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH.” Neal loves swimming pools, fast food, drawing, and Thundercats. Neal got The Kid a DVD of the 1980s cartoon classis Jem.
The Kid loves all of these things, and she loves Cara and Neal.
My godmother FGM also attended. One night she made her hubby’s famous burgers, which included onion, eggs, BBQ sauce, and peanut butter. The next night, after the Mass, we went to Oskar Blues brewery in Longmont. I had the Trustafarian burger with arugula, goat cheese, and honey. Both burgers were culinary adventurous for me and both were suprisingly good. I will be ordering the Trustafarian again soon. (Have you ever had a weird burger like these?)
The Kid requested a cake. A tiger cake for her First Communion. Of course. What doesn’t scream blessed sacrament like a cake shaped like a wild animal? The godparents helped The Kid turn a simple round cake with two cupcakes into this:
It was just a lovely time. I tried to hold on to the good feelings as long as possible. When the last of our guests left today, The Kid said “I hate when visitors leave, especially when they are a part of your family.” Agreed.
What I really liked hearing at the Mass, in an attempt to prevent the parental papparazzi from spilling into the aisles during Mass, was the vocalist’s gentle reminder to the congregation that we were here not for the perfect photo opp but to be present in the moment when simple bread and wine become the body and blood of Jesus Christ. And whatever your feelings are about JC, I think it was nice, it was needed, to hear and live that task of “being present in the moment” because it does not happen enough. This weekend had a lot of great moments.
Are you a good host? I hope I was, even though admittedly I was winging it. But I think everyone had a good time, enough food and blankets, and I am so happy they were here.