In April, Marcie received her First Eucharist.
I'll be honest - it didn't come without a few tears, some raw throats from shouting and some slammed doors. Our church does a homestudy for the second grade sacraments. And I like that. The books and activities are thoughtful. The retreats are focused and age appropriate and entertaining. And it leaves kids and their parents on the same page.
But the thing is that Marcie is a bit of a procrastinator. I reminded her regularly that we should get started on the work, but Marcie always wanted to wait. Until we didn't have much time left -- and then she would get frustrated. And that's where the tears and shouting and door slamming came in. But we made it.
And she was beautiful.
After the ceremony, her best friend's family joined us at Benihana for dinner, along with one of her Godmothers (and her uncle and cousins) and her grandparents:
It was an exhausting day (did I mention there was a lacrosse game in between there?). But she had a blast.
And I hope I've glimpsed -ever so slightly- her future. I expect there will be tears and raw throats and door slamming over the coming years. And afternoons out, just her and me. I hope there will be plenty of family and good friends to help her celebrate her successes and victories as she grows into a woman.
And maybe I'll see her in another white dress someday. That she's picked out, so it's perfect. With shoes that she absolutely loves. And her best friends by her side. If I'm lucky.
But until then, I'm just going to try and savor all the in-between stuff on the way to her becoming a grown-up. Even the tears and the shouting and the door slamming that we will laugh about one day when she has a daughter of her own.