These might be the universally “best” weeks in the Church calendar. Easter season designates the weeks from Easter through Pentacost when we get to be totally grateful, these are the weeks when our hearts burst with Alleluias. We’re not waiting for something “better,” like Christmas or Easter, and it’s not Lent, which, much to my chagrin, is not well-loved by “churchy people.” These are the weeks of the brightly dressed church ladies, the return of altar flowers, dresses and sandals for little girls (and their moms on a good Sunday). These are the days that have me figuratively being dragged kicking and screaming into summer come May. These are post-Resurrection days, easy days, thankful days, when the Church takes a deep breath and, having been filled with grace, we can let it out and bless the world.