Yesterday I set our church bulletin on the couch and walked down the hall to do something. Teresa pulled a colorful brochure (advertising our parish's upcoming concert series) out of the bulletin and came toddling toward me, saying something. It sounded like "fodder eat."
She opened up the brochure and pointed to a picture. Yes, our pastor, Father Reid.
She only sees him once or twice a week and almost always hides her face with shyness when we go up to greet him, but she listens when I tell her who he is and can identify him in a little picture. That makes me smile.
Monday, November 1, 2010
She knows who the important people are
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So smart!
That's sweet! Mary incorporates Father's name in her prayers. She makes the sign of the cross and says something like, "God, Father Reid, help, help. Aaaaaamen."
Then when we went to a mid-day Mass on All Souls day, Teresa greeted Father upon entering the church and proceeded to repeat his name 20 times. Her little voice echoed through the silent nave. It was hilarious and embarrassing at the same time! She was just proud of herself for knowing who he is. :)
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