Palm Sunday, for Catholics, marks the beginning of Holy Week, where believers remember Jesus' last supper, the crucifixion, and celebrate his resurrection on Easter Sunday. On Palm Sunday, Jesus rode a donkey into Jerusalem, and crowds welcomed Him by laying palm fronds in His path. Catholics return from mass on Palm Sunday with a palm leaf that has been blessed.
At my house, growing up, Palm Sunday (or Palma Sunday, as we irreverently call it), was celebrated as my feast day. Mom fixed a big dinner for the whole family, and I got cards and gifts, just like another birthday. Brad has continued the tradition of making the day special.
My weekend began Friday after a 2 hour training I gave to the school district on "Stress". I had barely arrived home and changed back into my jeans, when the doorbell rang, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers was delivered!
I have no idea what else the day has in store, except a wonderful dinner. We made a Fabio ravioli recipe yesterday, and there is a lovely rack of lamb in the fridge. So until then, here are a few more palm tree shots I took between our house and El Paseo (the main shopping street) in Palm Dessert.