Benediction

My baby brother is a law school graduate! I'm so darn proud of him I could burst.

Speaking of, I almost did burst... laughing, that is. The benediction at graduation (the day before Pentecost, I get it) began like this:

"Dear God, you are the arsonist of our hearts..."

Seriously? Did he just say arsonist of our hearts? Yes, yes, he did indeed. And yes, we, a religious family, all four generations of us there present, totally died laughing.

Amen.

PS: We love Heather, baby brother's girlfriend. We love her for many many reasons, but the icing on the cake is that on mother's day, when Nana, Mom, and I all ordered oatmeal for brunch, Heather swooped in and ordered oatmeal, too, without knowing that we all had! She's totally a fit. And she loves Sondheim.