I’m amazed that new weeks always begin again. It’s like on Sunday I think maybe the day will last forever. I fall asleep hoping that the night will keep stretching and stretching. But then the alarm rings and it’s Monday morning and I think, ‘Hey. It’s Monday again? How does this keep happening??’
The weekend was packed full and wonderful. I went to my first Mass at the church where both Joe and his mom were baptized. (There was a Mariachi band!) I made a rosary out of coral and turquoise and had it blessed by Father Brown who wore a green felt European flavored hat home after the meeting ended. He took the rosary, prayed over it and dowsed it in Holy Water. Then, for good measure, he dowsed me and Phyllis, Joe’s mom, with a healthy helping of Holy Water as well. I had a mini baptism my very first time at a Catholic church. Joe’s grandmother told me, ‘You may be the only Mormon girl that made her own rosary.’ She might be right. But I’m not really Mormon. And I’m not really Catholic. I don’t know what I am besides me. That’s what I’ve always been.
On the books for this week:
Family and more family. Some work thrown in. Mostly fun.
Trying to enjoy every minute.
I’m still,
leahpeah.