He is Risen, spring has sprung, and April showers will soon bring May flowers!
Last week we put in two and a half days of school, two days of spring cleaning, and all the Holy Week liturgies. We actually got through that spring cleaning list! The jobs were cut out and placed in jars. Teams were assigned and slips of paper were drawn. The whole family was rewarded with a clean (but not necessarily de-cluttered) home and extra cash for the kids. Clean house, clean van . . . now for the garage and basement. Later.
On the down side, we are woefully lacking in an Easter finery family photo. The big kids found decent outfits on their own but I neglected to locate Little Prince's accessories. He was unadorned in a plain white button-down shirt and dark pants, and after being up for the Vigil, was in no mood for a family photo after Easter Mass. We were all a bit bleary-eyed after a mere four hours of sleep, but it was miraculously sufficient.
This is all I've got:
My apologies. I will try again next week.
And truth be told, we didn't have time to dye eggs, though I did get them hard-boiled. Maybe today. Or sometime in the next 50 days ; )
But - take a glimpse at how our parish celebrated. So many graces, so many talents pooled together to celebrate our new apostolate's first Triduum.
Since I cannot really express how beautiful this was, you will just have to take my word for it. After I process this experience for a few days perhaps I can explain what it was like to sing chants that have been sung in chapels and cathedrals on warm spring nights for hundreds of years, the desolation of the bare altar and empty tabernacle, the austere clappers in place of bells, the darkness of the sanctuary, the drizzle of rain falling on the new fire, the glow of candles in every pew in the depths of the night, the mysterious breathing thrice of the shape of the cross and the Greek Ψ over the baptismal waters, the first time my children renewed their Baptismal vows, the dramatic unveiling of the crucifix at the Gloria - all graced by the presence of our North American District Superior.
This will take some time.
In the meantime we are taking a breather to finish the biannual clothing exchange, play and run outside in the sun, watch the remaining piles of snow melt to nothing, witness the grass turn from dingy brown to vernal green before our eyes, eat chocolate bunnies, drink tea with sugar, paint toenails, dye those eggs, and rejoice in the great mystery of the Resurrection.