I love Easter. I love Easter. I love Easter.
If I say it enough, I'll believe it.
Ok, what I really love is my Saviour, and remembering all that He has done for me. I love any excuse to pig out on chocolate. I love seeing my kids all lit up with joy and excitement. I love having my Hubby home and just knowing he's there.
See, I DO love Easter!
What I didn't like was spending Saturday painting a room, only to wake up on Sunday and discover just how many aches and pains I had acquired. Oy. Not good.
What I didn't enjoy was the swift realization that it would be my last day to see Shandee. I hovered on the edge of a very ugly cry for most of the day and dare not look at her for fear I'd go over the edge and scare the children. If I had a calling in Relief Society (grown ups) I might have gotten away with it. So I gave her a quick hug and a hurried "bye", as if I'd be seeing her the next day, and made a run for it. And then I regretted not just crying all over her. Hey! Then she'd be really glad she was leaving!
What I didn't like was waking from an afternoon nap, disoriented and panicked. I thought it was Monday morning and I'd overslept. Yikes! Then I came down from the adrenaline and began to hurry the girls to get ready for choir. Except that there was no choir, it had been moved to Monday. Yeah, that wasn't much fun.
I wasn't much of a fan of the Boy getting sick and throwing up everywhere later that night. Nope, not a fan.
What I really, really didn't like was our Princess waking up at 5:30 in the morning Monday and sneaking downstairs to check out her loot. Nor did I appreciate the way she woke her sister, the way they both yelled and carried on, keeping me up and finally waking their brother. Who threw up again. Didn't have a lick of fun with that.
I'm sure you heard my groan when I finally dragged myself down the stairs for the joy that is the morning egg hunt (at 7:30), still in pain from painting, and opened the curtains to this:
From there things picked up. They kids were delighted with their treasures and enjoyed their egg hunt. The Boy was not sick again and enjoyed both breakfast and sweets. I was told repeatedly that it was the "Best Easter EVER!", and those perma-smiles were firmly in place. All's well that ends well!
(Photos from the egg hunt to come in Part the Second.)