He is risen! Alleluia!
Thank you, Mark!
This is once again the post-vigil picture and I had to work really, really hard to get it. I think it might be a teenager thing, and I think (possibly) that I don’t care. I think that I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t
sweetly request demand these annual photos.
And if I didn’t demand them, we wouldn’t have them.
Also? George looks exactly the same as he did last year. Dazed. Confused. Incredulous. Did he really just sit through a 2 1/2 Mass? Yes, Virginia, he did.
We thanked by taking him to Perkins afterward.
Whereupon he drank a whole Coke and came back to life.
Happy Easter, everyone! Happy Easter! Happy Easter!
(Forgive me. It’s just that I’ve waited 40 days to say that.)