Just mouthing the words
I took a last-minute weekend trip to my small hometown in Minnesota last weekend. I wore this skirt on Saturday out for drinks catching up with a couple old friends. I wore this skirt to church on Easter Sunday. I wore this skirt to work on Tuesday. And then — and then! — I washed it.
I can’t remember the last time I sat in a pew next to my mother during a church service. She passed me the little book where people sign in if they want to note their presence. “Hm, I think I’ll mark out-of-town guest, or maybe returning visitor…” I mused.
“Or you could check the member box, you are technically a member,” she said.
“Um, actually, I was just mouthing the words during the confirmation ceremony in 9th grade, I didn’t actually say them…” I replied.
“What??” She was surprised. “You were just mouthing the words? All these years and I didn’t know…”
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