As I said in my last post, my son, who just turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, said he wanted to go to the sunrise service. So, I came straight home after the Pascha Vigil and arrived home at 3:30am and set the clock for 5:10 Am....If my son wanted to go to the Sunrise Service, I wasn't going to be the reason why he couldn't (He doesn't drive yet so I would be his ride).
I woke up at 5:10 AM and shook my soon awake and then went to make my coffee. He comes out and says, "Oh, I am so tired; I don't think I'm going." He went to the bathroom and I continued making my coffee. I figured he would be alright as soon as he splashed some water on his face.
He came out and asked, "Is there going to be food there?"
"No," I said, "There never is. We have it at a park and we stand around for an hour as we sing songs and listen to a sermon. No food."
"Oh...," he said quietly., "Are you sure there is no food there?"
"Yes, it's a sunrise service, not a sunrise breakfast."
Then, abruptly, he said, "I am going back to bed."
He left me there, with coffee brewing which I now could not drink because I was going back to bed to and I thought, "I wish you would have told me you weren't going before I woke up with only an hour and a half of sleep."
But, I smiled; It was just like my son to be ruled by his stomach.
Christ is Risen!