Sunday, April 12
Last night I started off the Easter celebration by attending the Vigil mass at church with my mom and aunt. It is really a nice service (even though it was over 2 hours long!) with all the candles and the darkness and the singing. I could do without the many, many, many, many readings though. I am always reminded of the year when Dennis and I went with the family and Dennis secretly kept putting spit on his candle before the service started. When it came time to light it, my mother leaned over in the spirit of Christianity and love to share her flame, and Dennis' candle just spit and sizzled and smoked, it wouldn't light. I can still see the look on my mothers face. I could almost read her mind. "He is an evil spawn, I knew it." Ha ha ha, priceless. That was back when we were just dating and Dennis used to go to church with me. He doesn't go anymore, now that we're married. Sinner.