The laughs bubble out of me without thinking much of what the priest is saying. The good Catholic inside of me screams to listen to the blessing but my reddening face and aching sides don’t agree. 

Looking down the pew, I can see the family that I love so much (even if they do shove me to get me to move over and leave their coats for me to trip on). Our faces are illuminated by sunshine flowing through the tall, stain-glassed windows and our hearts are overwhelmed with love for another and for the Holy Spirit.