Happy Easter

Hope this finds you with a "He is Risen" glow topped off with a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg semi-coma. I thoroughly enjoyed my long awaited Diet Coke and Facebook checking this morning before our brunch reservations. Since the weather here in the Midwest is more biblically reminiscent of Noah and his Ark, we changed out of our Sunday best and into warmer clothes for the big Egg Hunt. No skin off Sugar Girl's nose.....any excuse to wear a cute pair of rain boots (totally her mother's daughter). In a brief flash moment of preparedness, I remembered last night that I had bought eggs at Target last year on clearance. This discovery was made even better by the fact I remembered before Easter was actually here. It would have been SO me to have discovered those in July. Extra bonus....the eggs were prefilled with candy. Given the inclimate weather, the Thinker wisely hid these outside rather than the dyed ones. Leaving us with a bumper crop of hard boiled eggs. What makes me think every year that dying 2 dozen eggs is a great idea? I am not a fan, but the Thinker is, leaving me to wonder what side of the egg fence Sugar Girl would fall. After first being disappointed that it was not pink all the way through, she then pointed to the yolk and said, "I don't like the cheese that's in this." Score one for me! And yes, I am keeping score of her traits. When your kid looks nothing like you, you grasp a hold of things like a distaste for hard boiled eggs. Tune in again in a couple of years for The Bubbler to vote on this. He spent most of the Easter festivities asleep or happily watching from his bouncy seat.

Another big accomplishment: we actually made it to the 8am mass. We are usually Saturday night mass people, due to our family-wide dislike of all things morning and the fact that it typically takes us 9 hours to get ready to leave the house. But somehow we made it. And while we were in the folding chairs along the outside rows of pews, at least we weren't like those slackers watching mass on the TV set up in the narthex. ;-) In yet another Easter miracle, a ton of people showed up early for the 9:30 service and were gathered in the narthex, making for a bit of a traffic jam when our service ended. Those who were grumbling at this need not worry, because Lord knows the people at our church will probably never be early again and will go back next week to showing up sometime between the opening hymn and the homily. Bless our hearts....

I love how my daughter is very interested in all things church. She once thought our priest was Jesus because when we went to get communion, I told her we were going to see Jesus. Oh yeah and by the way, I didn't drop the wafer again. No need for a 5-second rule on the Body of Christ this year. Today, she asked my why Jesus was draped in a white cloth (OK, not exactly like that). I told her that at Easter we celebrate the day Jesus went to heaven. She thought about it and whispered in my ear, "Mom, Easter is the best." This coming from a girl who's all important birthday was the very next day.

I couldn't agree more. honey. I couldn't agree more.