Ta-duh!
We colored eggs!
I suppose it is the least we could do, coloring eggs. How I wanted to make Easter special this year--and every year. I love to celebrate Easter--to celebrate rebirth and newness and spring and our Savior Jesus Christ. I had plans for a big traditional meal and an Easter egg hunt with friends. I was going to pull out all the nifty Easter visual aids I've been accumulating on teaching our children about Holy Week, the Crucifixion, and Resurrection.
But all I have in my pantry for tomorrow is some cereal and pancake mix. (Breakfast for dinner, anyone?) I never managed to invite friends over for an Easter egg hunt, and I don't even have any plastic eggs in the house. My true meaning of Easter materials are who knows where. And my children don't have Easter baskets. That's right: My children do not have Easter baskets. It's a long story that has to do with what happens when you move a lot, but the short of it is that we are basket-less this year.
But we did dye eggs. And it made me happy. And my kids happy.
Happy Easter!
