Christ is Risen!!

I'm sitting here with a glass of wine, hearing my kids playing, and loving Bright Week. As always, Pascha was such a beautiful service. The kids did well, and stayed awake for pretty much all of it. They even played and ate during the feast afterwards. It was a good time, and we got home at about 5:30 in the morning. We slept in (haahahahha...well slept in for a family with kids - 8am - not too shabby!) I sorta felt bad for the families whose kids slept the whole service and feast and were going to wake up promptly at 6 am. That would have been rough. The next day, or I mean, later that day, we went back to church for the picnic. We missed Agape Vespers due to sleepy-head kids. The picnic was fun. We enjoyed lots of leftover food, and... Egg hunting.

Beer, visiting. (We also happened to be serenaded by a guitar player and some choir singers - it was lovely.)

Picture snapping. I'll try to refrain from ever making that face again. But doesn't Hannah look pretty?

And here was the finished product of my egg dying adventure. They went into the giant church basket that Father gave out after the service. I smugly snickered to myself at the large number of hot pink eggs because I'm a little brat like that. The egg I got was fuschia. Fancy Nancy would have adored them. Hannah and I thought they were pretty cool too. We cracked our eggs together - well her egg cracked so she won. Then we peeled and were about to eat. I like hard boiled eggs but I think they're slightly disgusting without salt. They kind of make me wanna gag. So I was working up the nerve to eat the whole thing - after all it had been blessed - when a sweet, old gentleman came up with a little salt shaker, God bless him! It was so cute. He thoroughly coated my egg for me and instructed me to turn, turn, turn as he sprinkled. It was a very good Pascha, and we're still celebrating and taking in all the hugs and smooches and rich foods that make our bellies more full than they've been in weeks, and those glorios words: "Christ is Risen!"