We all went to church today and celebrated another special holiday in the church calendar. It was Pentecost, the birthday of the Christian church. So, in addition to our usual worship service, where the kids often assist as acolytes and I assist giving communion, the service had a festive flair. There were flags during the procession, incense, and birthday cake and a jazz trio on the lawn after the service. Even the altar looked festive because it was adorned in the color for Pentacost, which also happens to be my favorite color–red. Underneath our albs many of us wore red, including me.
With me and the older kids participating in the service, Juan and Diego sat by themselves in the pew. Juan kept Diego entertained by letting Diego draw on on pew cards. Diego drew the same thing he always draws:
When Juan asked him why he always draws a Christmas scene, Diego said he would draw something else. And he drew this:
I guess he doesn’t know how to draw a Pentacost scene.
After church we had another celebration to attend, graduation. Diego graduated in cub scouts today. He graduated from a Tiger cub to a Wolf cub. The ceremony is called “bridging” and marked by the boys from his pack crossing over a bridge. We took a picnic lunch to a local park and celebrated with the other families. How quckly time flies. I remember when we were at the same park watching Nico bridge as a cub scout. Now Nico is a boy scout and working his way up in rank.
After all that you think we’d be done with our celebrating. But wait, there’s more. We all went out to dinner to celebrate my parents 50th wedding anniversary. Through their 50 years together my parents have managed to raise four kids, have 9 grandchildren and share some wonderful, and not so wonderful experiences. Through it all they have stayed comitted to each other and our family We like to joke that my we don’t know how my mom managed to do it. As if to prove our point, my dad told us his own joke tonight. He said that my mom saw him crying on their anniversary. When my mom asked my dad why he was crying, he told her that 50 years ago my grandfather caught my dad and mom together and, with his shotgun aimed at my dad, my grandfather asked him to either marry my mom or go to jail. My dad jokingly recounted how he chose to marry my mom. Again, my mom asked him, why he was crying. My dad explained, he was crying because he realized that if had chosen jail, he would be a free man now.
*This post was inspired by the post, Blessings, Tonys and Zombies, in Accidental Stepmom. Check her out.