The Foot of the Cross

This morning, as I was getting Cody changed and ready for the day, I pulled out a polo shirt for him to wear. Seeing the collar, he brightened and said, "That's a church shirt! Today is Sunday!"

He and I went to Mass together, and he was as good as he's ever been. At one point he leaned over and said a little too audibly, "Mom? Cody is doing a great, great job doing whispers! Cody is doing such a good church voice? I am so proud of you, Cody!"

When it was time to say the Our Father, Cody recited it along with everyone else, paying rapt attention, and after "Amen" said expectantly, under his breath, "Hail Mary is next. And then Goodnight, Moon is next." That's the preferred order of his bedtime stories -- two of his choosing, and then always, always, his Our Father book, followed by his Hail Mary book, followed by Goodnight, Moon. It was so hard not to laugh.

But the best was when we were walking back from Communion and passing his favorite statue of Christ. He says, as usual, "Let's go say hi to Jesus, Mom." We do. We pause to contemplate, and after a moment, Cody says, "This Jesus's toes are really, really big, Mom."

And as we took our leave, he said cheerily, "I love you Jesus! Have a good weekend!"