It's a happy Easter around here: not only is Christ risen, but J finally "rose" from her sick bed after five days of being completely out of commission. Literally in bed all day every day without food. So good to see her up and around. . . and enjoying the Easter festivities (although she slept through most of the Mass -- in which M, by the way, sang with the children's choir).
Easter morning Easter baskets. Because we were running out of colored high fructose corn syrup, you know.
New Sunday dresses. Hey, they match!
J running out of steam during the Easter egg coloring at the Catholic Worker.
These three couldn't take a straight picture if their lives depended on it.
And a final coda: M asked at bedtime: "How could the angels have sang at Jesus' birth, since angels are pure spirit?" My response: "Give me a few years and I'll get back to you on that one."