Today we went to attend Sunday mass together as a family for the first time. I was not well enough to get out of the house on Christmas Eve so I didn't get to take you then. I was quite surprised at how well behaved you are. I had to stand at the back fifteen minutes into the service because you don't like being rocked sat down and you were about ready for your morning nap. As I rocked you to the land of nod, you stared at an image of The Sacred Heart on the wall and started babbling at it, so loud that you attracted a few glances and smiles. Ten minutes later you fell fast asleep and woke up just in time to light a candle with me and daddy after the mass. I can't wait to get you baptised and our local catholic church didn't look like a bad church to be baptised in.
It's going to be a real challenge bringing you up to be a Catholic boy in a non-Catholic country around Atheist extended family but if I am half successful then it is every bit worth it. My faith has silently, but very strongly, carried me through all kinds of trials, each time allowing me to emerge stronger than ever. I want you to have some kind of Faith and you will never be truly alone. Happy Easter my son.
