Logan and the big boys carried on the Holy Thursday Pilgrimage tradition. Lewis made it to 5 churches and Augustine made it to all 7! They wrote down their prayer intention for each stop.
On Holy Saturday we dyed eggs.
It went surprisingly well. My boys like hard boiled eggs a lot, so dying them fun colors was just icing on the cake.
Easter Sunday was full of excitement! We went to Mass, the boys had fun discovering Easter basket treats, I had fun with new Easter decorations, and we hosted Easter dinner this year so all the extended family members could see our new house.
We have been working on bringing our Lent/Easter season up to par with Advent/Christmas since each are such big seasons in the liturgical calendar. I found decorations for Easter the last two years, and we started simple family traditions as well. We’ll add a few new things again next year. Viewing Lent/Easter in a similar light of Advent/Christmas was a game-changer for me. I could finally see how to make the season special with little touches and build anticipation for the feast.
I realized that decorating our home brings me a lot of joy, opportunities for meaningful conversations with my boys (and Mormon missionaries, turns out), and keeps my mind focused on the season. And it’s a well known fact that the mom is the thermostat of the family, so when I’m focused and joyful and excited...everyone else is too (like it or not).
Early morning Easter basket fun! When I thought of Easter baskets being equivalent with stockings on Christmas morning, I suddenly had a new view of how meaningful I could make the baskets.
Elias’ first bite EVER of a Great Grandma Helen roll. It’s a rite of passage in the Carlson family.
Lewis helped make the Easter egg cookies, and Augustine helped make the nut bread.
My dining room combined with the playroom makes for plenty of space to host a lot of people. It’s a dream come true!
Lewis loves statues. He looked at this one for a very long time. I tried to have a conversation with him about it, but he really just wanted to be quiet and think his own thoughts. So I sat down and watched him. He still whisper-thinks, so I could listen to most of what he was thinking. Then all of a sudden he was done thinking about it and went outside.
He is risen! Alleluia!
