(no subject)

I'm so tired. Oh so achingly tired. And I'm not even there yet. We still have hours and hours to go.

But I'll make it because it is just...oh so worth it. I must go to the grocery store now because it hasn't gotten done yet, and then go pick up my kiddos from my sister's house and get them down for a nap. And then I will make bread because it hasn't gotten done yet either. And then I will sleep. Until it is time for Pascha. Time to celebrate the Risen Christ.

Every year it feels like a marathon. Every year the finish line looks so good, so incredibly good.