Last night was bizarre because their was a posse of teenagers walked laps around the neighborhood loop in middle of the night. My tent was only a few feet from the sidewalk. Rowdy teenagers don’t intimidate me, but it’s a whole different story when I am laying on the ground in my underwear, separated by a thin cloth wall. When they came barking at each, scuffling their shoes along the sidewalk inches from my head—I didn’t know how to deal with the situation. I’ve just never encountered something like that before.

We went to sunrise Mass this morning. As cool as it is to start Easter Sunday that early, I can hardly make it through the whole Mass without falling asleep. Once we got home, the family charged through the house ready to start the adventures of the day. After sleeping in a tent for over forty nights, I could only imagine falling into a real bed. I slept for another five hours. I loved it!

Today is the happiest day of the year for Christians. After forty days of prayer and sacrifice, we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. The older and more mature I get, the more Lent and Easter mean to me. It makes my devotion to God more deep and meaningful. It’s so beautiful to experience all this with my girlfriend. I love her so much.