O is for Golden Oldies
I'm so happy to have both my girls home for the Easter Weekend. Both their boys will be here too so a full house, which in my opinion is the best kind. My girlies are best buds, and they don't get to see one another in person nearly often enough, which means weekends like this one are always special.
So let's talk Easter. I love this day perhaps more than any other single day of the year. Easter marks a miraculous moment in time, a moment that through the centuries has remained constant. Sure. True. A day set aside especially to celebrate God's great love for us, and the gift of hope He gave this tired troubled earth. That gift still there for the taking.
In spite of snow in the middle of April, the ground still yields to the One who made it, and never is that more evident than in springtime. The days become longer, the sun shines brighter, life blooms.
Spring unfolds ever so slowly in this part of the country, but I think the anticipation, the small glimpses we're given before we see the natural world in all its glory, helps us notice and appreciate it all the more.
Are those little girls in that photo too cute, or what?
We always begin the day with Easter baskets at your seat in the kitchen. Yes, still. You are never too old for an Easter basket. The boyfriends are going to discover the truth of that statement this year too-ha!
One of our most favorite moments captured on video was Daughter2 at age three spying her basket and shouting, 'TAPE!! I GOT MY VERY OWN TAPE!!' Toddlers and scotch tape equals match made in heaven.
After baskets there would always be an egg hunt. The boys coming to my house this year can relax...we won't make them hunt eggs. We will however, insist they dye some because certain traditions you just don't mess with.
Oh my stars, could they be any cuter? I think not. My mom bought those coats which are too precious for words. They wore them for two or three Easters because we grow 'em slow around here. Same thing could be said about our tulips. That flower bed they're standing in is pretty impressive, isn't it? In my defense we'd been in that house less than a year.
I have always loved pastels at Easter. In NJ it quite often feels like winter on the day, but in Maryland spring came a little earlier. Everybody's growin' up. Ages 9 and 7 in yellow and pink, with fancy frilly 'church' socks and brand new Easter shoes.
Pay no attention to the flower bed.
I couldn't find the 'before church' photo of my girls at ages 8 and 10 so I'll have to settle for a basket shot. Daughter2 is the spitting image of my sister here. My sister will say daughter2 is the spitting image of me. People always thought my sister and I were twins, but we didn't get it. When I look at this picture I get it.
It was the 90's people.
Fast forward a few more years, and Easters looked something like this-
In high school my girls spent Easter breaks with Young Life, in places like Romania and Bulgaria, doing muddy work assignments and loving on orphans.
Seeing first hand how people the world over need to hear and know the message of hope that Easter brings.
I'm not sure how the verse found in John 3:16 became something to be mocked, but in today's culture it seems it has. Still, everything you need to know about Easter is found right there-
'For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have eternal life.'
I pray your weekend is filled with sunshine and family, and most of all with the knowledge of God's great love for you and the hope He offers each one of us at Easter and always.