I know, Easter was last weekend. I've been on a bit of a blogging break due to my mom's illness and recovery, the Princess moving back to South Dakota and the Big Man crisscross applesauce the country to make it happen. My mother was hospitalized the Saturday before Ash Wednesday. she moved from the hospital to a nursing home for rehab on Ash Wednesday. My sister arrived the week before Lazarus Sunday. Lent was a blur, rather than a holy journey. My desert this year was a very different, unintended one.
However, as the hope of resurrection on Easter, my life is slowly returning to normal.
We met a donkey on Palm Sunday.
We raised and waved palm branches and cried out hosanna.
We went on egg hunts.
We dyed eggs.
We decorated peeps.
We celebrated the resurrection, which meant so much more this year.
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