It was a full weekend. Quiet. Normally that is not a word I would use to describe Pascha but, this year it was quiet. I went to liturgy on Saturday morning and it was so good. Peaceful and calm. I rested. It had been years since I attended services Holy Saturday morning. Generally Mr. W is the one that attends and I am busy with preparations for the evening. This year our children are that much older and our flowers were simpler and there was not so much to do and I felt called to go. I was glad I listened. I do not need to be so busy.
Cheese and chocolate were consumed.
Good conversation. Good friends. So much to be thankful for.