Today, Cate and I met up with Kris and went to church for Easter service. This was Cate’s first church experience, and she behaved amazingly well – she didn’t fuss once. She was just generally adorable and happy for the entire hour.

At one point – during the part of the service where everyone greets each other – the old lady sitting next to Kris commented on the fact that I must’ve sedated Cate because she was being so good. Um, thanks? I figured it was an awkward attempt at humor, so I laughed and said that she was only happy because she ate right before the service (which was true). But before I even finished the sentence, she had turned away and was talking to someone else. Ok then, thanks for chatting.

Later, the old lady (seriously, she had to be in her 70’s) asked Kris if she had any gum. Kris did indeed, so she fished it out of her purse and handed it to her. The lady said she needed the gum because she’d had champagne earlier and couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth. Y’all, it was eleven in the morning. Now, I know that a lot of people have mimosas with brunch; I’ve had more than a couple of them myself over the years. But she didn’t say she had a mimosa, she just said champagne. Right on! Happy Easter!

Moments like that remind me that I’m not in the South anymore. If memory serves, I think it’s considered pretty taboo to admit to imbibing any type of spirit while in the House of the Lord. I mean, sure, people do it, but they don’t talk about it. Out loud. To total strangers.

That was the point of the service, by the way, when Kris turned to me and whispered, “Dude, I love Episcopalians!” Hee.

Oh, and here’s proof of just how good a mood Cate was in today.

Please try to just notice the cuteness (and the dress! Look at that little dress!), and ignore how dirty my house is. I swear, I swept the floor three days ago. Damn cats.