I should have done my hair!

Every Sunday morning I shower before church and do my make up. This past Sunday I didn't really feel like showering. I asked V if my hair looked ok in a ponytail and she said yes. So I get into the car last because I have to pack the diaper bag, finish nursing A, etc. I don't see V's outfit until I step out of the car at church. She has on a size 8 Gymboree pale blue dress from Easter 2007 and black dress shoes (she calls them tap shoes). I gasp. Oh my! OK whatever no one will see her, church will be full. At this point none of us really look our best.

We walk into church and they ask US to bring up the gifts. Yep...in front of the whole church! Um, no thanks. Mr. Fish says oh let them, it is such an honor. OK so I say yes. It will be me with my dirty hair, V with her too small blue Easter dress and S who looks relatively normal. She almost spilled the wine on the way to the altar and I started laughing (my defense mechanism) and can't stop. I try to make myself stop giggling, I do pretty good. We go up, hand the priest the gifts and back down the steps and right out of the church, not back to our seat where Mr. Fish and A are.

I had to step outside and laugh out loud about my life, my luck and my faith. And I laughed and then back to the pew for more serious Catholicism.

It was a great day.