This week is Semana Santa in our house.
Bigger, brighter, more talk, more reading, more about our faith, the things we believe in, than the average household.
More jelly beans, more hidden Peeps, more Cadbury eggs. Larger baskets, more cleverly hidden (we use clues leading them to the baskets and so what if they're teenagers).
How Colombians do Easter. Now with more mandatory Easter viewing of Jesus Christ Superstar.
Yes, children do have to listen while mom sings along. And later in the week, I'll smile through proud tears as I overhear all three boys at one time or another singing to themselves, "I don't know how to love Him."
Happy Easter, a Blessed Passover, so many good wishes to you all for peace, love, rest, centering.
'Till next week.
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