The Mass was celebrated by a retired bishop, who is the great uncle of one of the First Communicants. I thought we would miss our Monsignor terribly, but Bishop Harrington was delightful.
I can only think of one word that summarizes Peyton himself: Special. Our dear Fr. Joe was at their practice night earlier in the week, and he told me that Peyton stood out from the other kids because of an intensity and focus that clearly showed he understood the significance of what they were doing. I believe him. During his preparation, Peyton was just the right mix of nervous and excited to let me know that he got it, as well as any 8-year-old does.
At the end of the day, I asked him what the best part of the day was. We were hours past Mass, and I was prepared to hear about a certain gift, or having lots of people at his party. He thought for a second and said, "The Body. It tastes better than I thought it would, and It melts in your mouth." It was very much a little boy's take on things, but his response showed me that receiving our Lord for the first time was still fresh in his mind, and at the forefront of his day. Love that boy.
He did receive some beautiful gifts, my mom was a huge help with dinner, and Father Joe came by for dessert, completing the day for us. We are so blessed.