On Sunday morning, instead of playing in the folk group at our parish, our family attended the "welcome freshmen" Mass at Middle Sister's high school. We had the unusual experience of all sitting together instead of having one altar-serving, some in the folk group, some in the pew.
Little Brother poked me just before Communion, and given his propensity for asking odd questions in church, I was a little concerned about what he might say this time.
But this time it was a good thing. Father had just said, "Happy are we who are called to this table."
"I'm called to this table," Little Brother told me proudly.
Yes, you are. And I hope you're always this happy about that.