It’s been almost a month since my last post of the SJ series and now I find myself retracing my steps. But I take it as a mental exercise and I feel good that I’m able to do just that. It probably would have been a different story if my memory starts to fail me but I’m so glad it’s not the case.
The fourth of July found us in Long Island. We were invited by my sister for a backyard barbecue. Although we had several errands to accomplish that day so instead of being at the barbecue all afternoon, I arranged for us to be there at dinnertime right after we attend the anticipated mass.
Prior to going to church my husband insisted he needs his espresso fix so off to Starbucks we went. I assume you know who had the decadent drink (lol).
I did not want more calories into my system, so he had this calorie laden slice while I had the good old plain buttery croissant.
It felt so good to be back at my favorite church in Long Island after a lot of months. It was on this church that I found solace and peace during the most trying times of my life.
Yes, it was the fourth of July but I was clad in jean jacket because it was a tad balmy for me. True enough, by 7 p.m. that night, although the sun was still shining bright everybody at the barbecue party was wearing light jackets. By sundown and as everyone congregated at my sister’s front yard to witness the annual elaborate fireworks (courtesy of a neighbor who loves to burn his money every fourth) it didn’t feel like it was one summer night.