I’ve been meaning to post about this forever.
Thanks to a 3-day weekend I finally found time to
do a little photo session to complete the special day…
my son’s first commununion.
Couldn’t help but reflect that morning.
Thinking about how it was not long ago at all
that we had baptized him (only 8 years).
My 1st photoshoot– and the reason I bought the first
Canon Rebel that started it all…..
Hard to believe he was only 8 months old.
Flash forward 8 years and after many classes and workshops
here he is on his last day of catechism with his Communion banner
getting ready for one of the biggest days of his spiritual life.
Daddy getting his little man ready and telling him how proud he was.
His love for Jesus overwhelms me.
Maceo was just beside himself with joy and pride that day.
I will never forget the reverence and maturity he displayed.
1.5 years of preparation including many nightly catechism classes,
family study, summer camp,
workshops and the momentous day was here!
It was such an emotional morning.
True story…I had a perfect shot, good enough lighting,
and perfect moment in view
when he actually received communion.
But I put my camera down and decided to just take
in the moment with my husband <gasps from the crowd>.
It was just a beautiful, perfect, spiritual moment and I wanted
to feel and love every second of it not from behind a device.
As a photographer this was a tough decision.
But my Faith spoke to me and I listened.
Which also explains why I’m such a mess in this picture.
Hubby and I bawled like babies– we practically made a scene.
All set to the beautiful song, “Bread of Life” (see slideshow above).
Onward to the celebration!
Shells to celebrate in honor of St. Peter,
Maceo’s baptismal saint.
Unfortunately, I didn’t photo much of our celebration
but I can tell you it was a wonderful sweet evening spent
with loving friends and an awesome spread.
So here we are FIVE months later and finally found time for
a communion shoot.
The location wasn’t my first or even second choice
but between scouts, taekwondo, school, social commitments,
etc….we just couldn’t find the time to do it elsewhere.
But in way I’m glad we did do it at the church he made
his actual Communion for historical reasons
and it is a lovely church after all.
I am beyond proud and filled with happiness for Maceo.
I feel like this was the single most important and substantial
gift we could ever give him….
a love and connection to Jesus
through his faith.
What could be more important than that?