Easter Weekend is filled with....
Joy.
A Fulfilled Promise.
Family.
Memories.
Dying Eggs for the first time with Nana and Uncle Ray Ray. I loved reliving my own childhood memories with my mom and brother. However, sweet girl was more interested in stirring the colored water/vinegar than dying the eggs themselves. I am sure it will become more interesting as the years go on.
Getting closer to being able to wear pigtails on a frequent basis...when she lets me try.
Round 2 of Dying with Daddy and Ouma. First time for Dad to dye Easter Eggs too. He even got creative with the crayon. ;)
Listening to Ouma at her church's Easter Egg Hunt. She is so good with story telling and songs. The children are constantly engaged and absorbing all she has to say.
My mom and MC loved it too.
First Egg Hunt. Interest in this lasted all about two minutes. It didn't help that the hunt was where there were swings and toys galore. All of the 2 year olds were the ones playing and the 3 and 4 year olds were the ones really hunting.
When she met the Easter bunny it was the sweetest/funniest thing. Her eyebrows and coy little smiles were precious. No tears for this girl.
But, beyond the festivity - we remember the real reason behind the holiday. A true holy day. A promise fulfilled by our savior. Beginning with Good Friday, not good because Jesus died, but good because we don't have to do so. {taken from my mother in law and a little boy in her preschool class} And, it ends with the promise that Sunday is coming.
I came across this quote from Martin Luther that I feel describes this weekend we celebrate so clearly. It gives hope and belief to those searching for the practicality behind the supernatural.
"Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime."
Thank you Lord, for your promise of everlasting life. For love and renewal. For the promise that spring is coming.
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