Holidays are beautiful times for my little family. And, on days like yesterday, when I collapse into bed after a weekend filled with Easter preparations and celebrations, I realize, once again, one of life's biggest blessings: living. The very act of staying up late together to prepare a special breakfast-- my husband cracking the eggs into the french toast as I toss stray toys into their rightful places, the energy to load a bottomless dishwasher twice in one day, the filling of Easter baskets and the joy in watching them emptied, the tears that come as I watch an elderly man sustained by an oxygen tank rise to his feet and raise his hands and clap in worship, and the smile that crosses my face as I watch the gray-haired drummer declare with his hands the certainty of the resurrection.
I could go on and on. I could write paragraphs about the gift that was this past weekend. Attending a Good Friday service, watching a sunrise service at the garden tomb in Jerusalem, hunting for Easter eggs with friends, the retelling of the resurrection story with excited interruptions from Graeme-- 'then he came out of that dark tomb and he rose from the dead!', tiramisu for a little boy who tells me every day that he's thankful for cake (even though we can't remember the last time he's had it?), mossy trees and sunny skies, dying and marbling Easter eggs, watching my husband as he fathers and falling in love with him all over again, Jobie's uncontainable joy at the sight of bubbles-- these are just a few of the gifts that made my heart overflow this weekend. And, all of this possible because of the grace of Christ, who gave his life for me? Amazing grace. And, the best gift.
p.s. we decided to keep the tradition of taking a mirror family picture. (Here's last year's picture). We tried to persuade Jobie to smile but to no avail. In his defense, he had just woken up from his Easter nap!