Grandpas always help with egg hunts, this Papa helps by holding the beloved brown bear lovey to free up little boy hands for egg hunting.
An egg with nothing inside still brings smiles!
Paska has been added to our family Easter fare. Luke prefers to call it "cake".
Jeff kept thinking I said I was bringing pasta and said OK to be polite.
I wore a black dress and a black pillbox hat that had a bit of veiling around the edge to the local Greek Orthodox Good Friday service. It was a poignant service of scripture reading without commentary.
At the end an icon of Christ was removed from a cross and the icon was tenderly wrapped in a shroud, then carried around the sanctuary and the placed in a flower covered booth. I had never so fully grasped the emotions of Good Friday before; seeing that part of the Easter story silently re-enacted was so moving.
The black funeral dress (not typical at the service) marched the somber events of that day.
Wearing bright pastels on Easter after the funeral black of Friday felt so celebratory.
(My I recommend using paint aps to render portrait pictures artfully and sans aging details? Some theologians think in heaven we will all be in perfect late 20something bodies. Let's just say the Paint Booth ap may give a hint of what I might look like in heaven...)
Easter dinner at Jeff's house with some friends as guest too. I love how he and his wife almost always invite people to join us for special meals.
It was a beautiful weekend weather wise. I counted 160+ tulips in bloom in my garden.
I didn't count the daffodils. I switched to counting my blessings instead.
My calendar says this is Easter week.
I like that...He is Risen!
Let's declare it over and over again!