Easter Sunday

Matthew woke to find bunny "paw tracks" (dots of flour) on the carpet, leading him to Easter eggs and eventually his basket. He was thrilled. The Easter bunny was gracious to bring me sugar free candy and Jonathan's favorite candies, Reece's cups and Take 5 bars.

We actually managed to get out the door at a decent time, with both boys dressed in their Easter best. So cute! Colson wore the same outfit that Matthew wore at his first Easter. Matthew wore some new black pants and some "tuxedo shoes" that he thinks are very cool. We were so proud of our growing boys.

I really enjoyed the Easter service at church, especially the personal testimonies given by congregation members at the end. Jesus really IS the resurrection and the life, giving us all amazing lives and freedom! And thankfully we DID sing "Christ the Lord Is Risen Today", which I don't think we sang last year. Or maybe I'm thinking of 2004-- I wouldn't have been singing last year, but playing my horn, 9 months pregnant!

We took it easy for most of the day, first taking a long nap period, then cuddling on the bed with the boys and doing an activity book with Matthew. I really needed a recharge after this exhausting week. Later in the day we did go outside to work on the backyard, and I got the terracing finished! YEA!! Wish I'd done it sooner, it looks so much better now.

Matthew returns to school tomorrow. Looking forward to officially signing with a Realtor, working some more on the house and working to make this happen, Godwilling!

A poem from church this morning, Seven Stanzas at Easter:

Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as his body;

if the cells dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit,

the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall.

It was not as the flowers, each soft Spring recurrent;

it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled

eyes of the eleven apostles;

it was as His flesh: ours.

The same hinged thumbs and toes, the same valved heart

that pierced-dies, withered, paused, and then

regathered out of His Father's might new strength to enclose.

Let us not mock God with metaphor, analogy,

sidestepping transcendence; making of the event a parable,

a sign painted in the faked credulity of earlier ages:

let us walk through the door.

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache, not a stone in a story,

but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow

grinding of time will eclipse for each of us the wide light of day.

And if we will have an angel at the tomb, make it a real angel,

weighty with Max Planck's quanta, vivid with hair,

opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen spun on a definite loom.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience,

our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour,

we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance.

~John Updike