
Not sure what’s it’s like in all of the homes across America on Easter morning, but I’m pretty sure we aren’t the ONLY ones who start the day off feeling a little less than, well, holy.
It starts out like this. Sun is up, birds are chirping..I am alone in bed. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stumble downstairs. Hubby is watching TV and drinking coffee. Good start, right? But wait, what time is it? 7:30…WHAT? Early church is in one hour. Kids are still asleep, baskets have yet to be plundered, eggs are still in hiding…and I HAVEN’T HAD MY COFFEE. “Well”, we reason, “we’ll just go to Sunday School”. It’s settled. But as the coffee gives me a jolt, I belt out “Jesus Christ is Risen Today!”…and the guilt starts creeping in…”we can’t not go to church on EASTER!” Okay, so we’ll go the 11:00 service. settled. We get the kids up, and as we are enjoying a nice breakfast…hubby says…”you know we could still make early church.” It is now 5 til’ 8.
And then the hell breaks loose…pj’s flying, whining at higher and higher decibels per second, yelling, muttering….the kids are eying the Easter Baskets and then me with THAT look (the ‘how can you be so cruel’ look) and then, some how, some way…we scramble out the door and actually get a SEAT in EARLY CHURCH! Whoa. Lovely service of course. Henry looked so handsome in his first ever coat and tie, music was beautiful…and of course, I never tire of hearing the story of the resurrection.
But then the second course begins. PICTURES. Hubby turns into pure evil incarnate when picture time arrives (you notice he is not in any of them. grrr.). The kids refuse to smile, the seats are wet with dew, my heels are sinking into the muddy yard, the sun is shining DIRECTLY in my eyes…it is pure torture. This year I didn’t force it. We took a few (terrible) shots, and we were DONE. The plundering was done, the hunting…we changed into our grubbies and now….now, we will have a lovely, blissful, Spring day. Hallelujah, Praise God.



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