I’m practicing my Italian.
Last night we went to the Easter Vigil, which I always love. I enjoyed that Mass so much that I didn’t even feel sad looking at Stephen, thinking this is his last vigil at our Church. It’s entertaining watching my son up there because he’s always looking around, making sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to be doing – like checking the book that the altar server has to see that it’s on the correct page. It just amuses me.
The Easter bunny made a stop to our house. You’d think that with having kids in their twenties (or almost in their twenties) that he’d skip our house but nope. He was here:
The little bunnies move so there were races this morning across the kitchen table. And I don’t think you can see it but there’s a teeny little Etch-o-Sketch in one of those eggs. If Steve hadn’t needed to run off to Church again to play the organ at the 11:45 Mass, I’d have made the kids do an Easter egg hunt, too, because I’m immature like that. Or fun, depending on how you look at it.
We’re off to dinner at Luigi’s in a few minutes. We may get a guest or 2 stopping by later for dessert but, if not, we’ll just be forced to eat this all ourselves:
That would be a shame, eh?
Must have been a sale on those peeps and dove bunnies, the Easter bunny brought those here too. He also brought DD a digital camera because my old smaller one doesn’t work anymore and she doesn’t want to (and won’t be allowed to) carry my big one.
My, goodness, the Easter bunny was much more generous at your house! And is my daughter’s college the only one where they weren’t off on Friday & don’t have off tomorrow? Bunch of damn pagans.