On December 31, Rocky and I went to a convent's chapel to look at their wonderful decorations and he saw the extern sister step outside the cloister to pick up the UPS delivery. It was the first time he's ever seen a Carmelite nun in person and he was delighted to see that she looked like any painting he's ever seen of St. Teresa of Avila. After that we went outside and were going to peep at the original, historic convent when we were surprised and delighted to see a Sister Servant nun along with young several novices in the courtyard. They were taking a field trip and decided to visit the oldest convent in the English colonies. We waved at them and they returned our greeting. Next we took took a drive on the windy back country roads and had lunch and then went to Mass at a mid sized church. It was the best Mass I've been to all year. It's been so long since I've heard the Confiteor and the Canon and the Angus Dei at Mass that I cried cried from almost the beginning until Communion. It was a wonderful day.