St. Peter's

Sunday Ivey attended her first service at our church, St. Peter's Epsicopal. I do believe it was one of our more magical moments. She made it through the service with minimal fussing. (Or from the parents of three, Matt and I thought it was minimal.) She seemed to enjoy the music and Father Ard's voice. Ivey cooed through them both. At moments, it seemed like she was sending out her acknowledgement of what was being said. It was almost impossible to hold back tears as I held her and she accepted her first communion in St. Peter's. It was even more overwhelming to pray aloud for her during the service along with the other members of our congregation. I think she knew her name was being spoken. This was Ivey's first time out, with the exception of hospitals and a few lunches or dinners with friends. Ivey has been held so closely in the hearts of our church, we wanted her first time out to be in the confidence of St. Peter's.