Last Saturday was my daughter’s big day. No, she didn’t get married, she is only nine! And she didn’t have any important exam, performance, football match or similar. It was the day of her First Holy Communion. For non-Catholics – probably most of you, my dear friends – this is the colloquial name for a person's first reception of the sacrament of the Eucharist. It is a very important event for an Italian child (and for adults too), as the Eucharist is one of the central focuses of the Roman Catholic Church. My daughter had been preparing for this moment since September and she was very excited. We had friends over from Italy (although unfortunately my parents couldn’t make it) and after the ceremony we went to a lovely pub-restaurant (owned by friends of ours) in the Yorkshire Wolds and had a fantastic meal. The weather was sunny and warm and we couldn’t have been luckier.
Bless to me, O Lord,
The work of my hands.
Bless to me, O God,
The work of my mind.
Bless to me, O God,
The work of my heart.
