Sunday morning, Andrew awoke to find a present for his special day:
(Love Maggie's face. And the black snake. Didn't we order a girl?)
He was psyched!
We cleaned the house like crazy people all weekend to get ready for the party and the realtor who came to take pictures of our house in order to list it. In all the madness, we didn't get one.single.picture of us with Andrew.
Excuse me while I collect myself. *Sniff*
He was so excited to go, with his new Miraculous Mary medal (thanks Gammy!) and cross pin on his vest:
Gammy and Grandpa
You can tell he was a wee bit nervous because he's biting his lip in most of the pictures:
Monsignor (our Pastor) giving the homily:
There's the lip biting again:
And finally a smile breaks through!
Twenty Seven First Communicants:
But there's always one that sticks out:
I loved how they all wore robes. That way nobody was overly obsessed with how they looked. Of course the girls were taking off their robes to get pictures of their beautiful dresses as soon as it was over.
Stay close to Our Lady my sweet son!
It was a glorious day. The sun was shining, the food was yummy, and the company (my family) was great. We had such a good time that I didn't take one picture of the party. Very unlike me, but very satisfying nonetheless.