...And the Holy Toast

Although rain prevented the outdoor Mother's Day celebration I had envisioned, we still had a lovely time.  My mother, Noodlebug's godmother, Noodlebug and I went to church on Sunday morning. Normally, I put Noodlebug in the nursery but I thought I would keep him with me in church since it was Mother's Day. He did a really good job. When it came time to take Communion, I walked him up to the front of the church. I had never taken him up with me before and I assumed the pastor would simply bless him. Well....

To my surprise, the pastor handed Noodlebug a piece of the host.  Okay. We'll roll with it.  We walked over the Communion helper holding the chalices and I demonstrated to Noodlebug how to dip the bread in the juice.  He dutifully copied me.  But he dropped the bread into the chalice. There was no way I could put my hand in there and fish it out so I just laughed and told him it was okay. As we walked away, he suddenly said, "OH NO! I DROPPED MY TOAST!"

We all got the giggles and had to remove ourselve to the narthex until we could compose ourselves.  I told Noodlebug not to worry about his "toast" and gave him a cracker when we sat down again.

At home, my husband had prepared an elaborate Mother's Day brunch for all of us.  He really is the best.  He does just as much "mothering" as I do. Not just of Noodlebug but of me as well.  How did I get to be so lucky?

Now, I'm off to prepare for Noodlebug's birthday party on Sunday. Praying for sunshine!