I just remembered something. The priest that "confirmed" (*snigger*) Kristine, he started his preaching talking about "being in love". He was on fire with passion for what he was saying. I conclude that he must have been very much in love. He asked the congregation to raise their hands if they had ever been in love. Now that I think about it, I get all emotional. Grandfather raised his hand, my Uncle and my Aunt did and Mother and Morten. Everyone. Even the petite little girls who couldn't have been more than 4 years old, on the first row of benches, raised their hands. The old man in a wheelchair raised his too. =) That priest was real nice.

I had a little episode with myself though, walking into that church. I felt like a cockroach. I feel like a cockroach. I feel like the worst hypocrite in the world. Grandfather will be so shocked when I sign myself out of the established church. He'll call me a heathen, he'll point his firm and straight finger, and he'll throw a tantrum like no other. Then he'll forgive me, and tell me how pleased he is with me, like he did on Sunday. I haven't shocked him for awhile. Thankfully he doesn't know about my nipple piercing. It might take some months for him to tell me he's pleased with me again, but it'll be worth it, I think.
In church though, I started thinking about all the gifts I got for my confirmation. Should I give them back then? But I reasoned that this mistake was a part of the process. I believed it was right back then. I no longer do. I have made a mistake and I regret that. But I will fix it.

And I didn't voice the creed. I read all the songs in my mind. But I kept quiet during the ceremony and service.

Oh, and I visited Grandmother last night. XD She's the cutest little thing. How I love her. More than the sky. She is so skinny. 8 weeks or so lying down. She's nothing but skin and bones. But her eyes are clear blue like the sky, and she proudly lifted her left leg to show me the progress she has made. She had a small ictus, a stroke, during the operation, which affected her left lato. So that side was paralyzed. Now she moves like a pro. She complains about not being able to read the newspaper though, because her glasses no longer work properly. The stroke affected her eyesight, too.
Main thing is she's doing fine. And I love her.