My children got so in the spirit of things that at home, they have begun to sing "Christ is Risen from the dead, trampling down on [insert sibling name here]'s head!" Ah, such sweet utterances from the mouths of babes.
🤣 AMAZING. It's truly inspiring how they infuse faith into day to day life. My nephew was watching my sister pour sauce over the mac and cheese and said "The waters of the Red Sea closing over the Egyptians!"
“I can’t wait to have food” 😂😂😂 That is always the mantra as you approach the end of the marathon that is the Triduum, isn’t it? The Palm dealer did not disappoint! Laughing, laughing, laughing.
I spent the entirety of the car ride from Easter service and reception to my mother's house sobbing and refusing to listen to anything but melancholy Indie music.
Because between a toddler refusing to sleep for days, a puppy trying to eat the cupcakes for the reception, a baby in the womb triggering intense Braxton Hicks, and wanting to just take a nap..... by the time we got to Alleluia on Sunday, we were all feeling a little out of sorts.
Did you even GO to the Easter Vigil if a baby didn't blow out their diaper?? These are rites of passage
My children got so in the spirit of things that at home, they have begun to sing "Christ is Risen from the dead, trampling down on [insert sibling name here]'s head!" Ah, such sweet utterances from the mouths of babes.
🤣 AMAZING. It's truly inspiring how they infuse faith into day to day life. My nephew was watching my sister pour sauce over the mac and cheese and said "The waters of the Red Sea closing over the Egyptians!"
“I can’t wait to have food” 😂😂😂 That is always the mantra as you approach the end of the marathon that is the Triduum, isn’t it? The Palm dealer did not disappoint! Laughing, laughing, laughing.
I spent the entirety of the car ride from Easter service and reception to my mother's house sobbing and refusing to listen to anything but melancholy Indie music.
Because between a toddler refusing to sleep for days, a puppy trying to eat the cupcakes for the reception, a baby in the womb triggering intense Braxton Hicks, and wanting to just take a nap..... by the time we got to Alleluia on Sunday, we were all feeling a little out of sorts.
But we survived Holy Week!
Oh, my. May the Octave bring you a long and well-deserved rest.
Being a Catholic church lady during the Holy times...tides?...times?...anyhow...is not for the faint of heart!
NO, indeed.