The Easter Egg is a process.
Today, we boil; tomorrow, we dye.

This feels like it’s going somewhere poem-like with some word play on the boiling and dyeing, a big metaphor for life or something. So I’ll stop here and spare us all…

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What I wish I could’ve posted tonight is a picture of Lucas and Atticus holding their little candles at the Easter Vigil Mass.

You know how the forecast will give you two temperatures for any given time? One is the real temperature, and the other is the windchill temperature — the way it really feels? Well, with little kids up after their normal bedtime, the two hours we spent there felt like at least four. 😉

And one fake candle shattered its glass bulb on the tile floor, and Kevin had to search for the shards with the other candle in the darkened church.

Still, it was a beautiful service with beautiful music (although we wish there would’ve been more Latin, like last year!) and a good number of new people joining.