I love these three days. The melancholy-ness, the waiting. That we get to do it in sunshine is the greatest gift. Its like we get to go through the exercise of remembering death and resurrection, but in the sweet warmth of bright days and bare feet.
A few weeks ago when our Colorado cousins visited, we egg-hunted. Look at McCage's face. I just adore the innocence of it. In her memory, its her first time and she's listening so intently to those rules.
Each child got their own color. This could be most important trick ever for a happy hunt! This way there aren't races to the eggs, kids take their time because they are confident others won't take theirs, and you can hide the eggs harder for the bigger kids and easier for the littles.
The girls totally cracked me up! Look how serious they are about supervising. Like little librarians.
Then they popped open their eggs to find puzzle pieces inside. On the puzzle was a map to their Easter basket. Like a treasure hunt. (All Auntie Lisa's idea, of course!)
I embrace how the secular and the holy get all jumbled up together in these traditions. Because the big message should be that there is fun to be had, being with family is good times, we treat each other kindly, God is big big big big love, and this holiday is worth giving time to.
More on these sunny days after they've been had!