Once again, we were sick on Good Friday. In fact, what had been a pretty classic flu for the rest of us, has developed into pneumonia for Isaac. No wonder he spent Easter weekend in a lifeless little heap. He's on antibiotics now, and hopefully the road to recovery too. Prayers for my little sweetness are appreciated!
So on Good Friday Mr. Smith just worked in the morning, since we were all planning on going to the Stations of the Cross at church. Once it became clear that we wouldn't all be going, Mr. Smith insisted that I go alone. He knew how much I had been looking forward to it. As I was walking out the door, Oliver decided he wanted to go with me, and I was so glad!
Our parish does a beautiful service of the Stations at noon on Good Friday, with reflections and music, and the kids from the youth group act out the Stations as we pray through them. It's quite beautiful and moving, and I can't help but tear up every year.
We had Hot Cross buns, for lunch rather than breakfast, since I didn't start making the dough until 10:00 am or so :o). They were delicious either way. I'm still conflicted about having such a treat on a day of fasting and abstinence, but a tradition is a tradition. The children enjoy them, and they're exempt from fasting anyway, and it's a good lesson for us grown-ups to only eat one instead of the three or four I would have liked to have eaten ;o).
We also started the Divine Mercy Novena as a family.
Mr. Smith and I always watch The Passion on Good Friday evening, and this year was no exception. However, with all the ups and downs of The-Week-of-Illness, I was wiped out, and am sorry to say I didn't even make it to the scourging. Sleep was calling, and I gave in.