"We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song." You are loved. You are loved. You are loved. 💓
And sometimes you show up to church in the same dress as your sister, just in a different color, like when you were kids. And then your baby wears the same dress you wore at her age that your granny made and smocked for you and you know you had nothing to do with how tender and sweet this day was.