|She's impatiently awaiting the day...|
Finally we made it to the priest and I received and turned to go. I made it a few steps before realizing that Sadie was no longer beside me. Turning I saw her standing there, smack dab in the middle of both lines, face bright, staring at the chalice.
"Sadie!" I whispered as her sister attempted to escape and drag me down the aisle, but I got no response. She was in her own little world, her attention fixed on who was before her. "Sadie!"
Later, in the car, as we navigated through the thickly falling snow, we talked about that moment, which was so reminiscent of her attempts when she was three (and four) to convince every single priest she came across that she was old enough to receive, by kneeling and tilting back her little head and extending her little tongue. Paul who'd been behind her, had thought she'd been trying to receive but I shook my head. "I don't think so. Her tongue wasn't out. And her arms were crossed."
Finally Sadie, giggling and eyes still bright, said that she'd been daydreaming. When asked she said that yes, it was about Jesus and when Paul asked if she was telling us what really happened she said that yes she really was.
I think someone might be big enough to appreciate going to adoration occasionally... She's going to be so excited when it's finally time for her first communion!