Of the Wood of the Cross, Chocolate and Charlton Heston

As I sit here enjoying a few pieces of chocolate-covered almonds that a colleague left on my desk yesterday as a "yay you made it throught Lent" gift, I am thinking about the really great gift of a weekend that I just had with my family. Good Friday morning was spent reading, and helping 10 year old with a school project. It was appropriately dark and rainy and peaceful. The boys and I went to Good Friday service that afternoon--which was beautiful and physical and moving (and I managed to pray for the hobgoblin). We ate cheese pizza and had a family movie night that evening. Saturday the sun came out to play and so did the boys--all three of them-- while I ran Easter Bunny errands. Saturday afternoon Sissy came home so we colored Easter Eggs as a family. Saturday night meant our annual viewing of the Ten Commandments--with the boys asking increasingly more difficult questions each year. Easter Sunday Mass was joyous and a relief to the boys who were quite done with the darkness of Holy Week. We went out to dinner with members from both sides of the family and returned to our house for coffee and pie. And really, the best part of it all, is that other than Mass and dinner afterwards, we hadn't pre-planned the rest of it (I know, I'm hearing gasps from those of you who know me). It was as if the play had been written and we picked-up the scripts and went with it. And indeed, IT was already written . . . so we let it be done. (Catch the snappy Ten Commandments reference??)