4.26.2012

"Perhaps I will catch a fish"



My Lord and My God


Congratulations Annie on one of the most important days of your life.  The day you received Jesus for the first time in Holy Communion. 


As I was watching you dress and get ready, my thoughts were consumed in awe of you.  How can you be here already?  How is it possible that you are old enough to be receiving this sacrament?  Wasn't I just cradling you in my arms?  It seems like yesterday that I took both you and your two year old brother to mass at St. Peter's.  I had just finished nursing you in the pew, and was getting ready to walk up to Holy Communion.  I had my newborn baby in one arm and Thomas' hand in the other.  All was well until Thomas broke free and RAN up the communion line, right past Father, and  up onto the altar, only to begin ringing the bells.  Loudly.  Over and over.  I was mortified.  I'm no longer carrying you and Thomas or holding your hands as we all walk up and receive Communion together now.


 

 In the few quiet seconds after the priest has just consecrated the host which now has instantly turned from bread, to the body of Christ, I have always closed my eyes and said, thank you Jesus, my Lord and my God.  Those were the words of St. Thomas, known as doubting Thomas, who would not believe that the Lord had risen unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger into the nailmarks and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.  John 21:25. When Jesus appeared to him He said, put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it into my side, and do not be unbelieving, but believe.  Thomas answered and said to him, "My Lord and My God."  Jesus said to him, " have you come to believe because you have seen me?  Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.  John 21:27-29. 
 

We are the blessed ones as Jesus says, because we have not seen Him, but we still believe.  We believe that what looks like bread and tastes like bread is truly the body of Christ.  That the moment the priest says the words, this is my body, this is my blood.... what was once bread is now Jesus.  Completely.

And that can be hard to understand.  Yet here we have these eight year old children who believe it with their whole heart.  You believe Annie, without seeing. 
And that is beautiful. 


 

 

(Photo courtesy of Kevin Clark and Aubrey Potter)

 

(photo courtesy of Kevin Clark and Aubrey Potter)

(photo courtesy of Kevin Clark and Aubrey Potter)

(photo courtesy of Kevin Clark and Aubrey Potter)



 

 

 

 

 




 

4.13.2012

Happy Easter

The Lord is Risen, He is Risen Indeed!
There is nothing more glorious than Easter Sunday morning!  The forty days are over, and now its time to celebrate!!!

On Holy Saturday we went to TJ's grandma Joyce's place for an Easter egg hunt.

 

 

 

We always dye our eggs on Holy Saturday.  I love to watch the kids do this.  This year we were really shooting for dark eggs.  Annie kept each egg in the dye for about ten minutes hoping that would do the trick!

 

She is just fun to watch in anything she does.... little Miss expressions.

 

My mom came over on Saturday night so that TJ and I could take Thomas, Annie and Pete to the Easter Vigil Mass.  Even though this Mass is about two and a half hours long, it is SO worth going to.  Just to be in church so late when it is dark outside is fun!  And to get to be the first to hear the ALLELUIA sung gives me chills every time. 

Every year we make Resurrection Rolls on Saturday so that we can open them up on Easter morning!  They look like Jesus' empty tomb!

And finding their Easter baskets are always a treat in our home!  We change it up each year.  Some years I have tied yarn to each basket and then made a maze of string for them to follow throughout the house until they find their basket!  This year it was a scavenger hunt ending up in the back of Sherman!  I love to see them scurry through the house finding the next clue!

 




 



I've made a bunny cake and a lamb cake before for our Easter dinner, but this year I wanted something different.  Carrot cake!  A perfect Easter spring dessert!  I only found a gazillion different recipes on Pinterest so I closed my eyes and picked one!  It turned out pretty good...but I'm going to keep searching and trying until I find the perfect recipe to make every Easter!


 


And now we celebrate for the next fifty days!!  Alleluia!

4.09.2012

"I'm Free"

Evelyn,
Today you turned "free" as you say in your lispy three year old voice.
You are feisty, fun and full of energy.  You make a gazillion different expressions just with your eyes.  I can't believe that you have been with us for three years.  That only three years ago I was meeting you for the first time, seeing your tiny wrinkly body laying on my chest. 
You have such personality, Evelyn.  You can turn off the temper tantrum you are throwing and jump right into making funny faces in a matter of seconds.  You can be so obedient and so naughty at the same time.  I get the overwhelming urge to squeeze you so many times in a day, especially now that you are wearing big girl panties. You follow George like crazy.  When he is good, you are good and when he is ornery....well, you follow right along.   

 



You were so appreciative of your gifts this year.  You said thank you many times and were such a sweet little thing talking on the phone to your birthday callers.  You told everyone that you got a "birffday wagon."


You seemed really big to me when nama took you out to lunch by yourself and to pick out your birthday present.  You were so excited to go.  When you came home you were holding a chocolate ice cream cone in one hand with it smeared all over your face and a tiny Barbie car in the other.
 




And the face is back.  This face that you make cracks us all up and you know it.  You do it to get us laughing, and laugh we did especially since pop kept asking you to make the face.




  I look at you and wonder who you will turn out to be.  I've gotten into the habit of bathing you after lunch and then laying you down for a nap all fresh smelling.  I scratch your back and look at your eyes and thank God for you.