I was looking forward to All Saint’s Day all week. I love this day as I alread said. Even with all the crazy that Sundays bring to our house and to my mood I looked forward to hearing, or overhearing a bit, the readings of the day and a sermon of comfort and hope.
And it mostly worked out that way. A Saturday night Halloween and this whole curse of ending Daylight Saving Time threw a few kinks into the morning. I had every intention to be like this today:
Going to church with my little cherubs in their spotless white gowns:
But with a 5am wake up call of kids ready to destroy me and the day I ended up starting All Saints Day more like this:
And much preferring to just sit in the bathroom this way all morning:
Anyway, since it was already 6am Phil, who was already at church, suggested we try to make the 8am service. I’ve been wanting to try it, so we got going.
Here are some more pictures of stuff I hardly remember from our morning.
I was grateful that we started pointing to All Saints Day and teaching the babies a bit about this day earlier in the week because there would be little of that going on today in our house.
We trudged through and even without the uplifting and serene experience that NO Sunday ever is I can still think with thanksgiving and joy on the blessed day to come and of those who have left this vale of sorrows and screaming Sundays.
Blessed All Saints Day to you all!
What kind of pie is that and how did you get all the baking done? Must be the result of having 7 cherubs for children.
That is a Raspberry Marionberry pie courtesy Marie Callendar frozen aisle Walmart. (Made me think of my Aunty Leah from Marion.) Uh, and all the baking (just the cookies) only happened painfully slowly and much longer than a normal person baking anything, over several days last week, result of cherubs exiled from kitchen.
I loved this post! Thanks for your honesty with your vision and reality of mothering seven little blessings.
Ha ha, thank you Kaethe. I’m sure you can relate!