This guy looked devastatingly handsome.
Even these guys dressed up and behaved. (Yes, you read that right... behaved. Even Shout. In church. At one point, she folded her hands in her lap and fell asleep in the pew. It may or may not have been due to the ground up xanax I sprinkled in her juice.) (I jest.) (Pretty much.)
I don't know if you remember, but that was the day the Rapture was scheduled to happen. At 6pm on the dot (the supposed time, although it was unclear what time zone) the priest was holding up the host, the church bells started ringing, Shout was sitting silently next to me... I was SURE it was the Rapture. I closed my eyes for a minute and then looked around... everyone was still there. Even my dad, who would most CERTAINLY be raptured up. I knew that I made the right choice in getting the extra 12-pack for the party afterward.
The party was fun. The house was full of good food and good people. What could be better than that? (Unless you're 8 and you have a wallet that is newly-stuffed with gift cards. Then THAT might be better.)
One more First Communion to go. I can hardly believe it. I remember when we had the last Baptism and I couldn't believe we were there.
I still have those days where it doesn't seem like bedtime can come fast enough. But when I pause for a moment and look up, the time feels like it's passing so quickly, sometimes I can barely focus.
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