#174

I have always thought that Catholic churches are all pretty much the same. I have been to churches in California, Texas, and Germany. They were all pretty similar. The people were different, the priests were different. But the service was usually pretty standard. Awesome, standard, predictable.

And then, this morning happened. My non-Catholic husband even noticed how different the services were.

The readings were good and the homily was good. Christ was present. But I didn't feel like it was... I don't know.

Fr L wasn't there with his quirky pacific humor. The J family, my family, wasn't there. The lectors, the benches, the faces. They were all different. I missed my family. It was hard going to a new church. Especially when there was not a single person that welcomed me.

Ouch.

After that, though, my Sunday was pretty nice. J grilled for dinner. Steaks, eggplant, zucchini (and hot dogs and brats for left overs). It was all yummy. And, because I am awesome, I made an apple pie. From scratch. Without a recipe. Because i am awesome. I dont like pie, but J does. So I should get even more awesome points for that, shouldn't I?

Well, the pie was good. That's right, holly said a pie was good! What?!

My girls were great today. I loved our time together. They were fun and silly and smart and just my beautiful babies. Days like today reassure me that I am doing something right.