I don't know what he remembers from those 5 minutes, (I remember him wiggling around, sword-fighting with the flowers he was supposed to carry in the opening procession, and trying to climb on my head) but somewhere in the midst of it he found a moment to crawl up on his mama's lap, snuggle into her neck and hopefully rest in love. For just a minute . . . then it's off to find some more flowers to sword-fight with.
Jessica proclaimed a reading from the Letter of Saint Paul to the Romans.
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