This evening as I write, it is snowing outside. Honestly, I doubt that many of us in Western New York are surprised. We were more surprised, and quite delighted, with the gorgeous warm weather of Easter Sunday. Our family had planned a nice Easter dinner, but after the events of the morning, we were quite exhausted. Instead, we scrapped our dinner plans and spent the afternoon napping and then playing outside. The big boys hid eggs for Walter, and once he figured out there were little cookies inside, he quite enjoyed his first Easter egg hunt! We discovered that he does not like to walk on the grass because it is too bumpy for him and makes him feel unstable. We consequently had to move all the eggs to the edge of the sidewalk. I guess the activity could be more accurately labeled “Easter egg gathering” rather than “Easter egg hunting.”
After gathering eggs and eating cookies, Walter enjoyed a ride in the stroller as we walked around the neighborhood, and Thomas and Jack ran off to play with their friends. The entire neighborhood was ringing with children’s happy voices. It was lovely.
And for dinner? We ordered pizza! It was one of the best decisions we made the entire day. We still set the table with nice plates, and even candles. We traditionally give up lighting candles for Lent. Back when David and I were young newlyweds we would give up Doritos and Coke. Now we are a bit more health conscious, and needless to say, there really aren’t any Doritos or Cokes to give up! (Or caffeine, or chocolate, or Facebook, at least for me. It’s like my whole life is Lent.) So we give up candles. It’s kind of like giving up the “Alleluia” in church. Everything is a bit more somber until Easter Sunday arrives. Then we light the candles again because Jesus, the Light of the World, has risen from the dead!
We ate our candlelight pizza, and we talked about what it was like for the disciples that first Easter evening. I don’t have any pictures because we were too busy enjoying one another’s company. After supper, everyone stayed together in the living room and just played until Walter’s bedtime. We were not somber. On the contrary, I’m sure that Walter banged all his lids, and there may have even been a party horn involved. Throw the balls! Bang the lids! Blow your party horn! Jesus is alive!