So this year, I decided to observe Lent, like a good Catholic
that I am that I strive to be. Rather than give something up, I decided to do something. And that something is…to actually observe Lent and go to church. I’m a fair weather church goer normally, going every now and then and on major holidays. But lately, I’ve been craving a little more spirituality in my life. Maybe it’s because I’m a mom now, or maybe it’s because there’s been so many changes lately in our lives. In any case, that’s my Lenten promise to the big guy upstairs. Big lady upstairs? Supreme being upstairs? Either way.
I went last Wednesday to start things off right with Ash Wednesday, which is such a cool ritual in my opinion. I mean, ashes on foreheads? Bells chiming? It’s all very ritualistic and spooky in a soothing way.
Frankie took part as well.
See that smudge on his forehead? It’s supposed to be a cross. My little Catholic baby. May you experience the kind of guilt that only a Catholic upbringing can provide.