Palm Sunday

My husband and I have our palms from Palm Sunday Mass tucked into the visors of his truck. They are over 3 years old, but still holding strong. It's gotten to the point where he takes a deep breath when I move it to block the sun {ahem, do my make up in the car}, and he will hold it and make sure it goes right back to its coveted location.

Alright, I forgot this picture was not even taken in his truck,
and so, no you can most definitely not see the palms because
they're not there! *Sigh...he's at work right now but I
will share a pic of our 3 year old palm crosses when he comes back!
...if I remember 

Before we left for the weekend, we read the story of Palm Sunday in preschool. We talked about how the city of Jerusalem praised Jesus and welcomed him with their palm branches--like rolling out a red carpet for him. And how on Sunday at Mass, we would get palms to wave, as well, inviting Jesus to come to us and telling him how happy we are that He is in our lives.

Palm Sunday was such a fun day to attend Mass when I was little, (okay, yes, and still! I am pretty pumped to go later today, too!) I would always have one of my big, smart, amazing sisters fold it into a cross for me (after trying to tickle their ears with it a few times) and then I would bring it home and tuck it behind a picture of Mary I had in my room, put it in my sock drawer, etc. Each year I think I found a new place to stash it.

"Palm Sunday is like a glimpse of Easter. It's a little bit joyful after being somber during Lent." 

- Laura Gale

Do you have any fun Palm Sunday memories or traditions? Did you do anything special to prepare your tinies for Palm Sunday this year?