William was fighting some sort of bug yesterday that left him with a horribly high fever. So Brian and I found ourselves attending mass by ourselves at separate times. Normally I like to attend mass as a family. It's tough, during this season of babies and toddlers and preschoolers, but I think the dedication leaves a dramatic mark on their souls.
But, but, every once in a great while we are graced with a situation that forces us to attend mass without kids or even by ourselves.
"How'd it go?" I ask Brian when he returned from the Basilica last night.
"Hey, did you know there's this thing called a homily that comes right after the Gospel?"
"Yeah and did you know there are two whole readings before the Gospel?"
"Yeah. And I was really surprised to learn that most people are respectful and reverent during the consecration."
"Hmmm," I reply, "What a novel idea!"
But, but, every once in a great while we are graced with a situation that forces us to attend mass without kids or even by ourselves.
"How'd it go?" I ask Brian when he returned from the Basilica last night.
"Hey, did you know there's this thing called a homily that comes right after the Gospel?"
"Yeah and did you know there are two whole readings before the Gospel?"
"Yeah. And I was really surprised to learn that most people are respectful and reverent during the consecration."
"Hmmm," I reply, "What a novel idea!"
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