I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter weekend! The Griffin-Holland house was filled with so much laughter, love and food. We had 21 family members here and it was beautiful.
I usually dread Easter. It is the most important holiday, but it seems that for the last 5 years or so, something unpleasant has happened around Easter. It all started 5 years ago when on Easter Monday we took Dad to Mission because he was so confused and just not doing well. That's when he was diagnosed. He spent days in the hospital having tests and no one really being able to tell us what was going on. Other years he or one of the kids have been sick or some other catastrophe causing a gloom over this holiest of holidays. I am always apprehensive from Ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday.
This year was different. Not perfect, but pretty darn close.
Easter morning I woke up in the dark to get Leacie up and ready to go to sunrise service with Robert. After they were out the door, late as usual, I sat watching the sun rise over the mountain. The color show put on by Mother Nature could never be copied by anything unnatural. The dark turned to gray, then to pink, then to green. We have a Magnolia tree in our backyard - and I swear to you it did not have 10 blooms on it Saturday - yet Sunday as the sun was rising, I realized the whole tree was covered blooms. Absolutely gorgeous!
The kids all played and laughed together - they rode Robert's horse, played basketball in the driveway and texted each other across the room - we had communion together - we prayed for forgiveness as well as thanksgiving for the many blessings we have.
Dad ate until he should've been sick, he was alert at times watching the kids play and we all got to kiss his adorable bald head and tell him we love him.
It wasn't perfect, but it was pretty darn close.
Be kind and make good decisions.
