Easter Weekend

I have always felt a little cheated over Easter, since moving to the U.S. In England, both Good Friday and Monday are holidays, yet here there are no public holidays over the Easter period. Sure you can celebrate on Easter Sunday, but you are given no extra time to really enjoy  Easter. It is such an important part of our  year, a time to remember why we have the life we have, that we totally do not deserve. It came at a price, and somebody, Jesus, paid that price for us. Sometimes the words ‘celebrate’ or ‘enjoy’, don’t seem quite appropriate, there was a gruesome death and heartbreak involved…but there was a wonderful, happy ending and so we do celebrate and remember with gratitude.

‘The cousins’ came over for a play date on Friday afternoon and we colored eggs and talked about Easter and it’s true meaning. If we don’t talk about these things, then it would be all about the eggs and egg hunts and chocolate and candy, those are the easy things for children this age to remember.

We had fun, getting messy and dying our eggs, but it was short-lived…there was much playing to do.

On Saturday we continued with our tradition of coloring eggs and filling plastic eggs with some friends, for our church’s annual egg hunt. It is amazing that it only takes a time or two of doing something and in a child’s mind it is expected, it has already become tradition. I was unsure if this was happening this year and the disappointment for Arran was tangible. He fully expected to go to the Busch’s house and do eggs, that is what we do at Easter and thankfully that is what we did. Asia was napping at the time, so I do not have photos this year, but it happened and they loved it.

On Sunday we had church and our first ever egg hunt IN THE RAIN!

The kids did not care, they ran around eagerly hunting for eggs, then returned to us like little drowned rats.

Some of us watched from under the eaves and a few brave souls ventured out with the children. I had the excuse of a camera I did not want to get wet, so was able to stay dry myself, but James was a fearless leader, a loving father who happily joined the fun.