Forgive me, I’m going to get a little personal for a moment.
Last weekend, our little Emma received her First Communion. She’s spent the better part of the school year preparing for the sacrament and when the day came she was ready. She’s really something… it’s not at all uncommon for me to hear her singing “Gloria” in the shower. Truth be told; it was her innocent, childlike grasp of faith that led me to my own.
Yes, the parish had a photographer on hand that day to document each Communicant and that was truly wonderful, but I really felt a need to capture Emma myself. I wanted to capture not only the rare occasion when she wasn’t wearing black leggings and a Big Time Rush T-shirt with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail… but to also capture her spirit and the quiet reflection in her eyes just before taking this big step in her life.
So with that in mind, here are a few of my favorite photos from the day before her First Holy Communion…
And just because she’s Emma…
… And just so the mood doesn’t get too serious here on the blog, I wanted to also share a passage from one of my favorite books, Angela’s Ashes that shaped my belief of how a first communion should go.
Click here for a great read, and a good laugh as Frank McCourt recounts his first Holy Communion…
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