This Easter made me reminisce of my childhood as I think about the type of Easters our son may have. Many Easters we would head up to my Grandparents' house in the country where we would get to celebrate with my cousins. If it was a beautiful day, we would put on our Sunday best and head into their woods to the church we had made from clearing out an area where deer had once slept. We would develop a full blown service filled with scripture and song. I remember singing songs like, "Morning Has Broken" as we walked up the path holding a cross and an Easter Lilly to decorate the alter. My Grandma would point out all the flowers on the path to Jessa and I, and you could smell the rebirth of all Spring had to offer. Great memories.
And one Easter while we were up there, the Easter Bunny hid all these eggs for us to find. Before I could even get started, David (my brother) had found just about all of them. His basket was overflowing with so many filled plastic eggs while the rest of us had practically nothing. Which reminded me a bit of what happened with Ava, Luke, and Cecilia this Easter. Ava's Easter bucket had so many eggs - if she put anymore in, they would just fall out. The only difference to that of my childhood was when Mary said, "Ava let the babies have some," so Ava emptied out her bucket and made sure her brother and cousin would have some for themselves.
In Easter tradition, until we get to celebrate with Jimmy someday, attached is a video message made specifically for him. We miss you Uncle Jimmy.
