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A Most Special Day

I love this time of year. Winter is a distant memory. Everything is bursting into new life in vibrant shades of green. But mostly I love spring because of all the new little souls receiving Jesus for the first time in the Sacrament of the Eucharist. Jack is one of those little souls. Oh, he looked so sweet in his slightly too big suit with his hands folded solemnly, looking up at the priest and whispering "Amen". My heart was filled with joy as I gazed at this little boy, who somehow went from a tiny babe in arms to a young boy, enthusiastically anticipating his first time receiving Jesus. He wrote me a letter earlier this week. Full of misspellings, yet full of love, expressing his excitement.

Anna got him a card and wrapped up one of our prayer books. I asked Barbara if she would make a rosary for him. It is absolutely beautiful, as I knew it would be. Jack had our priest bless it right after Mass. My dear friend Misha's son also received his First Holy Communion at the same Mass. She took photos of both our boys. It was very special to me to be able to share this day with their family. We had dinner together that evening and invited our priest as well. Peter was over the moon that our priest came to his house. It was a wonderful evening and truly a most special day.



Melted my heart!



Thank you Barbara! It is exquisite!









I couldn't decide if we look better in color or black and white, so I included them both.

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  1. BarbaraApril 26, 2015 at 9:30 PM

    Happy First Holy Communion, Jack! You're an awesome little man, and I'm so glad you like your rosary!

    PS Jenny -- you look radiant -- I've never said this before, but I think you are movie -star gorgeous!

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