We have already been to our Easter Sunrise Service, and have come home to change into nicer clothes for our regular service. The leg of lamb has been prepped, and is in the oven. The table is set, all festive with new table cloth (the boys pronounced it the "girly table" because of all the pinks and pastels) and our "Sunday china"; the house is almost ready for celebration; classical music is playing over the stereo; and I am enjoying this brief moment of peace.
Resurrection Sunday --- my favorite day of the year. Soon I will be at church again, singing the glorious Easter hymns, my heart full of joy and bittersweetness.
He is risen. He is risen indeed.