My younger daughter was confirmed last Wednesday night. Family came in from all over the country to help us celebrate the joyous occasion, and we took up a whole pew. In fact, since our parish is angled, the front pews are smaller than the back ones. Because of this, we wound up about five rows from the front. I was worried about being able to see my daughter receiving the Sacrament.
I was also worried about having a picture of the bishop administering the sacrament, as well. I have photographs of both girls being baptized. I have photographs of each of them receiving Christ in the Eucharist for the first time. And I have a photograph of my older daughter being confirmed by Bishop DiLorenzo, as well. So I got my mind set on having a picture of my younger daughter receiving the sacrament. And our seats weren’t situated well for it. Not only that, but our parish did not have a photographer taking pictures of each child, either. (We did have one for our older daughter’s class.)
To say I was becoming obsessed with getting this photograph is an understatement. I could not relax until a plan was in place to get a photo of The Moment. A friend from another parish was taking photos of their kids, so I had my poor, beleaguered husband go ask her to snap one of our girls, too, and email them to me. I kept eyeing the three rows in front of us, too. There were two women to my left, and then the rest of the row in front of us was empty. Then the next two rows were empty, as well. I actually could see the entire altar and the area in front of it where the kids would all be confirmed. I had serious doubts that those rows would remain empty, though. I was convinced I wasn’t going to see it happen. …
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