Easter, for a dozen reasons, ran deep through my soul this year. I didn't want Easter baskets, or gifts, or eggs or bunnies. I wanted to keep it simple, and I wanted to watch the sun rise. So we hunted eggs on Saturday evening, and on Sunday morning, right before I fed my baby - I did. The sky was pink, and blue, and gorgeous. And my little soul wanted to sing.
As I fed Em, I listened to her baby grunts and smelled her sweet, feathery head. And when the pirates wanted breakfast, I kissed them each and declared what a happy day it was! I am so grateful for families. I am so grateful to be a mother. I am so grateful for our Savior, and I am so grateful for the hope, forgiveness, and promise He brings to this earth's broken-ness.
It was not a picture perfect Easter. Em, Squísh and I missed the first hour of church due to Em being hungry and Squísh being ornery. And I didn't get one single shot of my pirates in their Easter finery - but it didn't bother me. Instead I let my thoughts float around that first Easter morning. What would it have been like to be Mary? What would it have been like to see the resurrected Savior? What would it have been like to realize that death was no longer an ending? My soul danced with all the hope and possibility those thoughts bring.
Families are eternal. Death is not the end. Forgiveness is real. And our Savior lives.
Your easter story touches me deeper than a thousand pictures of families in Easter finery. I've never been one to like Easter celebrations as they have nothing to do with Easter. But this. This is perfect. Happy Easter.
ReplyDeleteI love this. I love seeing these sacred things through your contemplative soul.
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