As I often feel on these sorts of monumental's occasions, I am simply overcome by gratitude for the many blessings in my life. I have troubles and trials just like the next person (see any of my posts related to mental health) but most of all, I am so blessed and I am so grateful.
Receiving the sacrament of first Eucharist should not have to do anything with me, it really should be just a relationship between Ramona and the Lord. But I can't help but feel a little bit of pride! Mr. Quimby and I are the ones who bring them to church every Sunday, drive them to the atrium (their religious education classes) and we are the ones raising them as good Catholics. And I think it that it's okay that we are proud of that and that it's okay that we are proud that we have gotten both of our children to this point. Of course, the journey does not end here, there is more work to do, but I love that we can celebrate where we are now.