The readings, homily, and of course, hymns were all centered on the Good Shepherd yesterday. Lots of sheep and shepherding discourse.
Additionally, my husband was in charge of our granddaughter while I musically accompanied for Mass. Not a peep. Model child. My playing was even pretty decent. After communion, during the moments of silence, I hear a tune coming from the rear of the church, a sweet gentle tune that has been repeated nearly 500 times this past weekend as we babysat.
“Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?”
I’m pretty sure she got the gist of the sermon.
That is so cute!! Soaking in the world.
It still makes me laugh. I was head bowed trying not to laugh when I heard her!
Amen, to that!
Good papa!!
Those Grandma genes are strong 🎵
Apparently! Let’s hope the good ones come through.