I took the girls to church on Sunday.
..hello...hello...Bueller...anybody still out there...it's me Tracy, really...
This is coming from the disgruntled ex-Catholic, former Methodist, ex-boyfriend is now a Baptist minister, wannabe Jew, stalker of Mormon mommy blogs, eternally agnostic lady.
I had a good excuse - one of my besties up and got her baby boy baptised.
Fashion pause here.
Do you see my friend T looking fine in her DvF wrap dress? Let's just take a moment here to admire and sigh in all of it's glory.
Anyway, He was there too. It was good to see Him, it had been awhile. The church was beautiful.
Have you ever noticed that His eyes follow you everywhere. When I was little, our Hispanic neighbors had a huge portrait of Jesus in their living room. His eyes followed me everywhere I went. I used to peek out from their kitchen to see if I could catch Him looking away...but nope, there He was staring me down again. I even used to hide behind their couch and pop up real quick like to throw Him off. It never worked. It used to FREAK ME OUT. I always behaved at their house.