For no particular reason, I pulled my son out of the nursery to celebrate Communion with us for the last two Sundays.
He is such a joy to watch take the Bread. The celebrants learned to give his piece to him first - otherwise he steals what is handed to my husband with the faintest hint of righteous indignation. He reaches for the Bread, smiles at the Bread, and enjoys every second of the Bread... and yet, he is somehow a little bit solemn at the same time.
It gives me a catch in my throat. Oh, my sweet boy, may you always be so eager to partake of Christ. May He always feed your soul and your childlike faith.