The weekend that left me exhausted

First of all, the talk.

I gave it on Thursday.

How did it go, you ask?

I DON’T KNOW.

I’m a terrible judge of of my presentations.

I’m not a theologian, though. So I passed out art and made people audience-participate and stuff.

And then on Saturday, I held my first-ever event at the parish, and I literally almost fainted, but instead I didn’t and I lived and it turned out well.

Thank God for my friends is all I can say.

Praise and thank Him in the firmaments 4ever.

I learned things. For next year. And that’s kind of important in life, right?

Also, my youngest sibling ever ever ever is now an adult and stuff LOOK AT HIM WHY DONTCHA:

He had an open house at his police station/ fire station. I dunked him in the dunk tank. For good luck.

And then, finally: TACO PARTY.

There was one point, during the consecration, where I thought about how I was surrounded by all of these good and wonderful people, and how much I love them, plus how much I love my city and that blessed beautiful island in particular, and how beautiful the sunlight was as the sun set, and how there were no bugs… and I just knelt there, in the grass, in my raspberry secondhand pants, and was happy.

And now I’m exhausted. <3 <3 <3

Good night!