Or at least, that's what it looked like to me, from up at the altar, as MasterP was thrown in the air at arm's length by Father Joe.
MasterP loved it and Father Joe. Kept feeling the gold brocade of his robe. Splashed his hands in holy water at Father Joe's urging. Heeee. Awesome.
Needless to say, we're exhausted. Mrs. Maiden is here, and she's exhausted too.
I'm going to take a nap. And then I'm going to try to make strollercise. No promises......
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I love Father Joe! Catherine and I find that he looks like Paul McCartney.
I guess you get to see him again on Friday, twice in a week, what a treat!
I know! And you're right. He does, kinda!
See you Friday!
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