Counting It All As Joy This Happy Easter Day

Though we rushed and had the best intentions, we’re still leaving twenty minutes behind schedule for Easter Mass. During the short drive to the church, resisting waves of irritation, I try to find the joy.

We get out of bed at five and spend an hour and a half coaxing our fussy eater to have breakfast. Then getting washed and picking a pretty dress takes forty-five minutes. While wrestling a resistant five-year-old into a coat and boats, a drop of sweat rolling down the back of my neck, I take a moment to admonish her imaginary friend who is a bad influence. Finally, we run through torrential Spring rain to the car to find that it has just enough gas to get us to the church and then straight to a gas station. Probably.

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