Thank heavens.

It rained. We walk to church now, even when it rains. On Mother’s Day. In the rain.

Divine Liturgy: A litany from the choir loft

Lord have mercy (No, stop. You can’t. I don’t understand you when you talk like that. That is actually just one long continuous whine and I understand it even less. No, that was not manners. We use manners.)

Lord have mercy (Actually, it is both of yours. Sorry. Grandma gave it to both of you, so your only choice is sharing. No not sharing like that! No, really, ok, I will have to hold it now. Mommy is sharing by herself now!)

Lord have mercy (No. Just no.)

Lord have mercy (Um, really? Is this of life-or-death importance right now?? What do you mean you don’t know where the baby is? Don’t know or just aren’t sure? Can you check????)

Lo—arg—Grant this, O Lord (Sorry! Sorry! I know, I know, I can see the music. I don’t know how I missed it!)

In honor of the day, the Mission Choir was traveling, leaving the mothers behind to fully appreciate their blessings in solitude. I know from several years of Mission Choir experience that it is easier to count your blessings when you are all alone with them and trying to get them to church on time. Counting them periodically is actually the only way to keep track of them during the service. However, now that we are not committed to Mission Choir, Fr Pickwick stayed home and we had a lovely morning served at a parish in a different state. But he took Feisty with him, so that counts for a lot.

*Picture credit: Small P