It was wonderful and inspiring, and a little sad for me because I did not get to perform with my choir that evening. I had been very sick in March and lost my voice causing me to miss several practices, by the time I arrived back from Florida, I did not feel confident enough to sing with the choir, so I sat this one out. I did manage to run "back stage" and give them a pep talk before the performance, or harass them, whatever you would like to call it.
It was kind of fun though, seeing it from the other side.... and they were awesome!
It was such a moving performance. Here is my friend Allen singing "The Hammer". He gave me chills with his performance.
On the way home that night I snapped a shot of the beautiful full moon, somehow it felt so meaningful.
Soon Easter morning arrived ..and chaos ensued..
(He takes a while to wake up.)
Every Easter when I was a kid, I'd wake up and do the Easter basket thing, eat breakfast, get ready and head off to Church. Lucky for me, we lived right next door, so it was just a short walk across the yard. But no matter what, I never failed to notice that the Church seemed different that morning. The sun shone a little brighter and I always thought it hit the Church doors at just the right angle that it appeared to be inviting everyone inside. It always struck me as so beautiful, and even if it was just a sugar induced haze causing me to hallucinate, I like to think it was the light of new hope that was shining extra bright on Easter morning.
Now, many years later, when I pull up in my car with my husband and two little boys in tow, I still see that special light. So this morning I snapped a couple picture to share with you the beauty of the oldest Church in Vermilion County on one of the most special days of the year.
I'll leave you with one more picture. This is what I made for dessert for Easter dinner...you may drool, go ahead, no one will see...