A great reason to cry!

Yesterday at Mass, we had a bathroom emergency (which we usually try to avoid) right when they were starting with the gifts. We tried to be fast, but it just isn't possible. Anyway, we make it back half way through the most important part of the whole Mass, and slip into our pews. Hannah starts crying (silently, I might add, like a good girl) and I whispered to her to find out what was wrong thinking she is missing her daddy again. I was surprised to hear that she was upset we had missed half of her favorite part of Mass! What a sweetheart!