On Saturday, we came back from church and Joe immediately went to check on the pizza dough he'd set to rise.
"It is risen!" he said triumphantly. And a pause, and "It is risen indeed!"
It was the best pizza dough.
I am glad because when I was reviewing the Easter story with the little kids at Latvian school yesterday and asked whether Jesus was a ghost or really alive, they answered surely, "really alive!" They could even tell me how they knew!
Gosh, something's sunk in. It's wonderful. Other years they were so sure he was a ghost.
Our house has also seen the "broccoli of destruction," if you use Joe's translation, or "the broccoli of perdition" using mine. If that doesn't make any sense, well, that is probably because you did not expect references to Christ's betrayal to come up while leftovers were being put away.