Ahhh....time marches on, doesn't it? My babies aren't babies any more. Gone are the days of carefully picking out just the right color jellybeans to go in the right color plastic eggs to match the right color grass in the adorable little basket. No leaving creative signs of the Easter Bunny around the house.
No, this morning the kids opened the front door, saw what the Easter Goats left on my porch and announced, "Man, that must have been some BIG rabbit."
No matter. I keep thinking about the big picture. The fact that someone loved us enough to make the ultimate sacrifice when He could have thought, "These people are nuts! Call me a taxi."
Now I know we have confirmed reservations at the best property in the world....and that's what Easter is all about.
So Happy Easter, all. And step carefully on my porch. I haven't had enough coffee to go face it just yet.
