Today is Easter and Don and I are in Mexico. I didn't pack an Easter hat with ribbons or a pastel dress. I had no white gloves. Those are the things I most likely wore when we went to mass in Staten Island, when I was 6. But, I put on a dress and a straw hat and we headed to Iglesia San Miguel at 8:45.
Where is Everyone?
It turns out we had arrived an hour early. We didn't stay for mass, but I did the things I remembered proudly doing as a 6-year-old... dipping 2 fingers in holy water and crossing myself... genuflecting... sinking my knees into the cushioned kneeler to say a prayer. Then I studied the windows and ceilings, which is what I did back when mass was in Latin. And I think my stomach growled the same way it used to, when the family waited until after mass for breakfast!
Who says you have to have eggs and bunnies to celebrate Easter like a 6-year-old?