Major Holiday #2 is down…Easter was a nice celebration, though not nearly as big as I thought it would be. We only had 6 servers, and I counted a mere 53 doilies hung up in the church. However, Easter Vigil was 3.5 hours long, and Father’s first sermon was a whopping 39 minutes. We were hoping he’d break an hour with his combined sermons, but he only got up to 47. Darn.
Our dining room, on the other hand, has 76 doilies. I can’t decide if it’s cute or disturbing.
Vigil was absolutely fantastic. Not because of the music, not because of the candlelight, but because I got to hold my baby girl Cannisia all the way up to communion. She and 8 other orphans were being baptized, and they let me be her “godmother”. It was magical. She was conked out most of the service (she had been running a fever that morning), but she did wake up suddenly just as the sermon started. She started bawling, so I had to get up and take her out. Naturally she stopped before I even reached the back of the church. Then she conked out again. Twerp 
After the sign of peace, I went to take my place in the choir. I danced and sang, and tried desperately to save the altos during the Hallelujah Chorus…to no avail. Ah well, we started together, and we ended together. That’s all the counts, right?
Monday I gave the orphans some green Jello, courtesy of Nick Kleespie. They were a little weirded out at first, and the looks on some of the babies’ faces were priceless, but they enjoyed it.
Sugar is back on the menu! I admit, I don’t need as much sweet stuff as I did before Lent. And it feels a little strange to eat the candy I’ve been saving. But let me tell you—nothing beats a Coke after 47 days without it!
