Priestly visit

Well I managed to drive to church this morning since jason is soaking up the sun in TO. The kids were not allowed to speak a word. Kaitlyn said i did such a good job that she rewarded me with some of her birthday chocolates from Belgium. As we left church, Fr. David remembered me. He grasped my hand and said something along the lines of 'Hello Nicole, so nice to see you today. You know, I don't have your address. Why don't you email it to me so that I might pop around for a cup of coffee.' While we have always been on friendly terms with our parish priests, I've never had one over for a 'cuppa.'