While Christmas hymns are lovely and jolly and nostalgic, it's the Easter hymns that really get me. They're such a stirring mixture of solemn and joyful - as befits such a holy day. They make me get swept up in belting out every note (even the ones that are a bit of a stretch) with abandon. Plus, there are usually trumpets. Good golly do I love trumpets.
I also love how packed church is on Easter. Sure, it makes parking and finding a seat tricky (we did have to stand along the side, but at least we got there earlier enough to not have to stand outside like we did the last two years!). And yes, a lot of the attendees are probably those who just come on the few mandatory days a year. But at least they're there, and adding to the number of people praying together and praising our risen Lord and singing those fantastic hymns. Ad maiorem dei gloriam!
We followed up mass with a long, delicious brunch with friends, and we're so full and happy that if any of us stays awake past 9:00 it'll be shocking. (p.s. Make this recipe pronto.)
Oh yes, and Mollie with her best Churchill pose, and a bunny:
...which she quickly decided to eat: