We survived the Vigil Mass and the boys were unbelievable. No meltdowns, crying, fighting, and my momentary sweat of panic when I walked in and realized I had forgotten the whole giving everyone LIT CANDLES thing was alleviated when not one of the boys started anything on fire. The liturgy was beautiful. So so beautiful. And all through the beginning in the dark church, David and Michael kept leaning in and pseudo whispering, "can we say it now, Mama?"
And when it was time, oh, how we said it!
Happy Easter, friends!!
He is risen, indeed!