Ron and I went to the Great Triduum services at church starting on Maundy Thursday and ending with the Holy Saturday service. Holy Saturday has a Christmas Eve-ish feeling to me... with the anticipation and expectation of celebrating Christ's resurrection. That night, we always help prepare the church for the 4 morning services. It's amazing.
Saturday brought our traditional pre-holiday brunch with Mrs. Edie and Uncle Jack and then it was home to decorate Easter eggs. I can only show you the picture of Rosie because Sadie decided to dye the eggs I gave her in her birthday suit. Hey- it's easier this way, people. No smock needed.
The girls had new dresses to wear to church on Sunday morning. I picked them with comfort value in mind, but of course, come Sunday morning both girls were "itchy" and "uncomfortable" and "hot" and "can I please wear something else?" The focus that I had on the love of Christ the night before was hard to hang onto and suddenly I'm shoving little arms into the sweaters and saying things like, "oh yes you wiillllll wear this, missy."
And then, those glorious mommy moments where you sit back on your heals (because most of my mommy moments take place on the floor) and sigh. and laugh. and let go and remember that some most things don't matter.
And, as the girls walked into church, I realized that their dresses looked a little like the outfits that the Von Trapps wear in the sound of music.... you know, the ones that Maria MAKES out of the green curtains?
Sigh. Laugh. Let go.
After church, it was up to Pasadena for a wonderful afternoon all together as a family, a bountiful egg hunt and scrumptious taco bar with multiple meats. Then, there's the Corn Hole... the sport that my mom effortlessly out throws us all while the rest of us just concentrate on not accidently hitting one of the kids with a rouge bean bag.
What joy to be together to celebrate Christ's love for us.
And the best kept secret of Easter? The egg salad sandwiches the week after.
Saturday fun
Dying eggs
Early morning egg hunt
Church
Hunt at the Hunts
