Holy Week with our family
I can't believe we're in the Easter season already. It has been an amazing Easter for our family, as it was Noah's first out of the womb (mind you he was born during the Octave last year).
We began Holy Week with a lovely potluck with a group of families on Palm Sunday after a beautiful Mass that morning**. We get together every month to say a Rosary, share a meal and have fellowship (by the way, I detest "fellowship" as a verb. Ugh). It was wonderful for Noah to see all these children -- some 25, I think -- all happily playing and praying. He loves studying other kids.
Holy Week continued as an holy, ordinary week in our lives -- Lifesite-writing, dish-washing, diaper-changing, meal-eating. Yet we knew something powerful was happening.
Holy Thursday was wonderful. It started off awkwardly as we left in plenty of time to go to Mass at our parish, only to find out the time in the bulletin was wrong! We were there at 7:20 for at 8pm Mass, and it turns out, Mass had started at 7. Thankfully, we were able to make it in time for a different parish's liturgy. We were particularly blessed that this is the parish my mother and grandmother were attending Mass! So we sat with them.
Cute sidenote: There were several Franciscan Brothers and Sisters seated directly in front of us. Noah kept leaning toward one Brother in particular and grabbing his hood. When he (Br. Paul) acknowledged him with a smile, Noah immediately said "Dada! Dada! Dada!" I suppose my husband does resemble a Franciscan, what with all the facial hair and all.
Noah coped extremely well during Mass, considering how late it was for him! And it was so good for us all to be there together.
Good Friday was a beautiful and solemn day. The three of us did the Stations of the Cross with the local Communion and Liberation group, walking throughout downtown Halifax. It was powerful. And I was so glad to be able to go to the Stations for the first, and only, time during Lent.
Of course there was the usual Good Friday service. It was beautiful as always, and so heart-wrenching.
Holy Saturday, we spent the morning doing psyanky.
My little pysanka
We were blessed to share this craft with my in-laws, who doubly blessed us by taking turns playing with Noah so we could each complete our egg before it was time to leave.
Before we knew it, it was time to get ready for the Vigil.
Stay tuned!
** Palm Sunday will always be special to Patrick and I as this was the time he told me he felt called to discern marriage with me (like an overwhelmingly Catholic version of asking your lady to "go steady"). In Generations in Barry's Bay. Over a doughnut. :)
We began Holy Week with a lovely potluck with a group of families on Palm Sunday after a beautiful Mass that morning**. We get together every month to say a Rosary, share a meal and have fellowship (by the way, I detest "fellowship" as a verb. Ugh). It was wonderful for Noah to see all these children -- some 25, I think -- all happily playing and praying. He loves studying other kids.
Holy Week continued as an holy, ordinary week in our lives -- Lifesite-writing, dish-washing, diaper-changing, meal-eating. Yet we knew something powerful was happening.
Holy Thursday was wonderful. It started off awkwardly as we left in plenty of time to go to Mass at our parish, only to find out the time in the bulletin was wrong! We were there at 7:20 for at 8pm Mass, and it turns out, Mass had started at 7. Thankfully, we were able to make it in time for a different parish's liturgy. We were particularly blessed that this is the parish my mother and grandmother were attending Mass! So we sat with them.
Cute sidenote: There were several Franciscan Brothers and Sisters seated directly in front of us. Noah kept leaning toward one Brother in particular and grabbing his hood. When he (Br. Paul) acknowledged him with a smile, Noah immediately said "Dada! Dada! Dada!" I suppose my husband does resemble a Franciscan, what with all the facial hair and all.
Noah coped extremely well during Mass, considering how late it was for him! And it was so good for us all to be there together.
Good Friday was a beautiful and solemn day. The three of us did the Stations of the Cross with the local Communion and Liberation group, walking throughout downtown Halifax. It was powerful. And I was so glad to be able to go to the Stations for the first, and only, time during Lent.
Of course there was the usual Good Friday service. It was beautiful as always, and so heart-wrenching.
Holy Saturday, we spent the morning doing psyanky.
My little pysankaWe were blessed to share this craft with my in-laws, who doubly blessed us by taking turns playing with Noah so we could each complete our egg before it was time to leave.
Before we knew it, it was time to get ready for the Vigil.
Stay tuned!
** Palm Sunday will always be special to Patrick and I as this was the time he told me he felt called to discern marriage with me (like an overwhelmingly Catholic version of asking your lady to "go steady"). In Generations in Barry's Bay. Over a doughnut. :)
I'm sort of delighted that Patrick declared that over a donut...Andrew too declared his desire to discern with me over donuts and an Miraculous Medal :) this is part of the reason that I MUST learn to make sorcha-safe donuts...we miss our donut tradition...
ReplyDeletethis just furthers my belief that our families Must be closer together...
Do you mind if I ask what community it is that has this potluck/rosary every month? Ben and I are really in need of community and there doesn't seem to be much happening here for young families.
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