I’m not sure my heart was ever, truly, prepared for the beauty of Luke’s first communion day. Now that I’ve had a few weeks to process it all, I’ll do my best to capture it in words. You can bet there will be lots of photos, too.
Today, I’ll share the joy of the sacrament and later this week, you’ll get all the party details.
A few days before the big weekend, Luke and I trotted up to the church to take some photos, without all the crazy, and I’m so glad we did that. It made First Communion day much less stressful.
We arrived bright and early to the church, right after our coolers leaked water all over the floor because we forgot to seal the plugs. #storyofmylife At least we were still at home to get it all cleaned up.
Our family was incredibly thankful to have two priests we love concelebrate the Mass, Fr. Tom and Fr. Dean (Luke’s Godfather).
Father’s homily really got the kids’ engaged. Near the end, I could sense a few of them were anxious and ready for show time, namely Master Luke. I don’t think he stopped smiling the entire morning!
Luke was near the back of the first communicants (all 154 of them!), but we had a clear view of his walk all the way to the altar. That’s what did it for me. Just like on his first day of kindergarten, a flood of memories came rushing back from his early days in the neonatal intensive care unit. He keeps meeting milestone after milestone. I falsely believe these moments will get easier, instead the joy is heightened, the awareness palpable and the love greater. I do so love being the mom of a preemie. It’s given me a greater appreciation for the ordinary and that’s a love story only God can write.
Luke confidently marched to the altar as his entire family and a host of other precious friends proudly watched. And then this…
I didn’t break down sobbing like I feared. Instead it just felt so very, very beautiful, as if God had been orchestrating this moment, with this little boy, for eternity. With each sacramental grace, the scars fade a bit more and the joy is magnified. We were blessed to have Fr. Dean give Luke the precious blood, what a moment that was.
Luke was slightly less than thrilled when we subjected him to 1,537 photos after the Mass. I bargained with cookies and cake and that seemed to help.
Later this week I’ll share the reverie from the party. It might include taco hats, pinatas and a lot of sugar.
Luke, God has so many things planned for your life. Keep saying yes, okay? The two of you are quite the pair.