We celebrated the first day of the new liturgical year by welcoming a wonderful group of friends and family into our new home.
We had an impromptu Southwest theme. Dom cooked up a huge pot of chili, perfect for a rainy November day. He also made fresh salsa, guacamole, seven layer dip, and a baked macaroni and cheese casserole for the kids and people who don’t like the spicy stuff. The chili was a hit, especially with my sisters-in-law. And the macaroni and cheese vanished by the end of the evening.
Dom tried to bake brownies, but grabbed the wrong box and made a chocolate cake by mistake. He was a bit surprised when the brownies rose so much. We had no frosting, so served it as is. We also inherited quite a few leftover Thanksgiving desserts: two blueberry pies, two pumpkin pies, and a cheesecake.
Bella was in heaven with all the kids running around. Until, that is, anyone tried to play with any of her toys. We had many tantrums and many small discussions about how she plays with their toys at their houses and needs to reciprocate when they are her guests. (In simpler two-year old vocabulary, of course.)
Among our guests were the pastor of our former parish, a long-time friend of Dom’s, who married us and baptized both girls, and the pastor of our new parish who used to be at my brother-in-law’s parish and is a great family friend.
The highlight of the day was when both priests blessed the new house. Fr. Riley read the blessing service, doing wonderful catechesis with all the children along the way. The readings and prayers brought tears to my eyes, admittedly some of that may have been augmented by hormones. (You can read the full rite here.Father Murphy went through every room in the house sprinkling liberally with holy water. Liberally. A nice touch was using the holy water bottle we use every night during bedtime prayers.
A wonderful beginning. I pray that this house will continue to be filled with love and laughter and joy, with prayer and praise and all the goodness of friends and family.