It is hard to believe we have a child old enough to make her First Communion. God is so good. The Mass was beautiful. The day was beautiful. Our daughter was (and IS) beautiful.
If any of my family members think the dress looks familiar, they are right. This is the dress I wore. My mother saved it and it is in remarkably good condition (it was worn by two of my sisters as well). It was really special to see it on Therese. I wore a crown of flowers (which my mother also saved) made of silk, but our neighbors made this crown of real flowers for Therese to wear. She loved them.
Overheard last week between sisters:
Therese: This Saturday will be the MOST IMPORTANT day of life… on earth.
Myriam: (eyes wide) Really? Wow!
Therese: Well, the most important day of my life is when I go to heaven. That will be the best day. That is what we hope for.
(I was not in the room, but observing from a nearby vantage point. I think Myriam gets better catechesis from her sister than me.)



























