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.