Our Easter weekend was filled with family, friends, treats, news of a new babe, and a happy church brunch and service. Just what one hopes for.In the morning the children giggled and raced to see our traditional resurrection tableau set at the hearth. The onion had been rolled away and Jesus was no longer in the tomb. He is risen, He is risen indeed! And once we turned towards the kitchen table, they were most pleased with the discovery of a little jar of treats setting atop new bibles. One for each child inscribed with scripture by Pops.
Since we were out of town Saturday (egg hunts and a new spring set of chicks to love), Sunday's dinner had to be practical. Toss on one of Nannie's old tablecloths (dryer fluff only, the wrinkles add character), thrifted milk glass vases of daffodils, and fancy cups for the girls. The meal? Spiral ham from Trader Joe's, green salad, homemade crescent rolls (keep dough in fridge, set out to warm in the am and pop in oven after church!), roasted potatoes, a dish of black olives, and a monster fruit salad, courtesy of friend Tracy. Top it off with a white butter-cream cake layered with strawberries and a side of black coffee? Just perfect.
All little reminders of gratefulness. Ultimately, we are grateful for our Savior and what he has done for us.
And for me, let it not be -- to glory, except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which to me the world hath been crucified, and I to the world.
Galatians 6:14
