Little Notes on Easter

On Easter Sunday, a dapper young gentleman accompanied us to church. He was handsome and sweet and happy and all the qualities that make a mother and father puff up their chests in pride. I spent most of the service thanking the Risen King for loving me so much and for loving Jared so much and for loving August so much. Along with a heart swelling thanks for giving the three of us each other.
After church, we went downtown to hunt for Easter eggs. Jared found one that rattled with a jellybean and August thought that was just super. Jared ate the jellybean, August ate the egg, and I held the umbrella. And that is the tale our only Easter family photo tells.

When we got home, we ignored the dirty dishes and took a family nap. Then when we woke up, we held each other close because God is so good. 
I belong to these two. And they belong to me. And that’s the way God has always planned. And that is just the kind of Easter I like to celebrate.