One of the best things about my parents' retirement is that they don't have to go to church on Easter anymore. Woooo Hoooo! Yes! Finally!
OK, I agree.. that sounds bad.
Breathe. We did go to church on Easter.
What I meant is that there was Easter together in San Clemente this year. A Saturday night sleepover, an early morning egg hunt and breakfast together in jammies. A different kind of sunrise service.
It meant a fun afternoon swim and BBQ without a mandatory nap before hand.
We are grateful for the gift of the resurrection, for the Love and mercy that we experience everyday.
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