A favorite cousin invited us to her first Reconciliation service. Like Ks two years ago, it was moving and lovely. Parents and other attendees were invited to participate and so K and I did. She was nonchalant about it, I wept. Why do I do this every time? These poor priests must think that I am about to confess a horrible crime, when the reality is that it just makes me profoundly aware of both my imperfections and my blessings.Love this silly, happy picture, taken after the service.
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