Seth certainly felt the urgency of the holiday as he burst out of his bedroom door for the third time proclaiming the above sentence. I assured him he had plenty of time to sleep and that, in fact, the Easter Bunny wouldn't come until he was asleep. This surprisingly did the trick. The next morning Seth endured over an hour of compulsory cuddling in Mom and Dad's bed until Lucy woke up. Then we started the morning off with an egg hunt around the house. Then, chocolate and buttermilk pancakes for breakfast, new swing installation on the back porch, a Sunday rush, a few photos snapped of us in our snazzies and off to church.
They played "The Lamb of God" movie in Sunday school. Since my mission this film leaves me all welled up and overwhelmed with gratitude. It truly made my Easter Sunday. Through the infantile love of my children and their eagerness to forgive I have tasted a bit of what it means to be granted a fresh start (each morning) and have "all things" renewed (kisses and tender exchanges after the storms of our toddling days). Blessed. It is the word for this "back of the mind" knowledge that my littles are actually little human buds bursting with divine potential. How is it that I am entrusted with their care? A question I will spend all my days answering, I am sure.