Cecelia's First Communion

Sunday we celebrated Cecelia's first communion. It turned out to be a beautiful day, both the weather and the service. Cece had a small reading during mass and I don't think I ever felt so nervous for her. She has always excelled at performing in front of large groups, I don't know why I thought this would be any different. Although, when she was done she did walk back to our pew and proceded to cough and choke simultaneously, making me think she was going to vomit. Thankfully she just had a "frog" in her throat.

There were serveral moments through out the day that I began to get teary eyed while watching her. When Nate and I gifted her with her very first piece of "real" jewelry and her face absolutely beamed with joy, I had to turn away. When she was able to read the cards her family had gotten her out load, with little help, I distracted myself again. When it was time to put on her gown and flowers and it was just her and I in her room, she turned around for me to make sure everything was in place and I pulled her in tight to hide my face. When she walked up to the alter to receive her first communion and did everything as she rehersed, I turned to look at Nate who was, of course, watching my reaction. 

I don't know what it was about the day that made it so full of emotion. Will I react the same way with the boys? All I know is that Cece has accomplished so many things in her very short 7 years and there is so much that I am proud of when it comes to her but Sunday; Sunday will probably be at the top of the list for awhile. 

By the time we finally got home at the end of the day, we all tore out of our nice clothes and piled into Arlo's room for book time. I was reading Anne of Green Gables and while turning the page I looked down at Nate curled into Arlo's toddler bed with Arlo tucked in close and Cece at the foot. All listening but staring off into their own little worlds. I read a few chapters and declared it bed time. Kisses, hugs and glasses of water were handed out and I crawled into bed and just soaked in the noises from outside coming through our opened windows. I closed my eyes to focus on Nash's heavy breathing a few feet away from our bed and Nate shuffling around the house locking up. That's the last thing I remember of that wondeful day. I was so conent and secure with all our wildlings tucked away after a whirlwind weekend, I had drifted off to sleep without saying goodnight to my husband.