Such a sweet springtime occasion! Here is Sam, looking quite pious might I add. Atta boy! It was pretty wild experience, much more than I expected it to be. There he was up on the altar in the same spot where he was baptized and where Daddy Mac and I got married almost 12 years ago. (But then again, who’s counting?)
Unfortunately we don’t have a candid capturing him nearly gagging on the wafer as he walked off the alter. Back in the pew, he not-so-quietly announced, “It tasted like PLASTIC!” The boy sure does have one sensitive pallet!
It was afterwards, though, when he was in his element! Here he is letting it all hang out, jacket ripped off and a chocolate sprinkled donut in hand. Gotta love the Knights of Columbus! If there was frothy beer in that cup instead of juice, he could be at a UVA frat party and warming up at Foxfield.
Ah, the girls were so angelically eager!
See, they even came out in droves!
The boys not so much. Sam asked, “Why do the boys have to sweat in these jackets?”
I refrained from telling him the truth although I was tempted to say, “You just do for the rest of your life, so get used to it!”
HAPPY FIRST COMMUNION, KIDDOS!
LibbY