C Is For...First Communion At Bungalow'56

This past Sunday was a very special day for us here at Bungalow'56.

It was a day greatly anticipated by Youngest in particular.

We all donned our best Sunday shoes.

Youngest wore her specially selected dress and asked Eldest to curl her hair.

This was the day she was going to receive her first Communion.
She was so excited and happy.
Faith is always so tangible when I see it in my children.
I can touch it in their smile and see it in their eyes.

It was a wonderful service.  

The kids were brought up front to sit with the priest
while he preached his homily (sermon) directly to them.

They stood up on the altar while the host and wine were consecrated.
They were truly a part of the whole celebration.

I quietly and quickly got a picture while he was showing them the baptismal font at the back of the church as they talked about how that had been the first step on their journey.
But after that I tucked it away until the end of the service.

This was after mass.

Do you see the sparkle in her smile?

The twinkle in her eyes?

I need to take a moment here to apologize to Eldest and Middlest.

For their first communion I strongly "suggested" that they could wear 

the 1st communion dress I had worn as a child.

"It was so cute and retro."

While they weren't thrilled about it,  they both wore it.

"I just want you to know this mothering gig is a ongoing learning experience, and I finally realized that this was supposed to be your day and I should have let you pick our your own dress.

Youngest is hopefully benefitting from my mishaps and mistakes with the two of you.

Still love me? ; )"

This is a very special day for us as Catholics, as the Eucharist is the basis of our faith.

And in another way, particularly for youngest, who always seems to be waiting 

to do the things her big sisters have already done.

A little soiree was prepared after church in the hall.

Michelle, our youth leader baked all of these goodies for over one hundred kids and their families celebrating 1st Communion (at three different masses.)

It was her gift to them.

We continued to celebrate with both sets of Grandparents with a wonderful brunch and some special gifts for Youngest to commemorate the day.

















She's not my baby anymore.
She is growing up oh so fast.

But I don't worry, because I see that her faith is still childlike, and strong enough to move mountains.

And I hope that never changes.

xoxo,

This post will be linking up with Jenny Matlock's 

Alphabe Thursday ~the letter C~