Easter, a new way

What an eye-opener.  I have gotten used to long, quiet days without driving kids around; I have gotten used to cooking dinner for two; I have gotten used to my turn for family prayer coming around much more often.  But I wasn't prepared for this holiday that doesn't seem too much like a holiday.

This Easter has brought about tender reflection on a number of things. Foremost has been contemplation on the miracle of the day; the resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ; another being the difference of homes with just two old folks, and those that are filled with the life and energy and joy of children.  I imagine other households barely containing the delight of children thrilling over Easter Egg hunts, and Easter baskets, and Easter dresses.  I chuckle at the thought of sugar-laden, energetic, happy children, running on beautiful green grass, twirling their skirts, and tugging on ties, casting off restrictive shoes.  I have grass-covered hills in my backyard that are aching for those bare little feet to find freedom in their coolness.  The blossoms of my cherry tree anticipate falling as confetti on curly little blonde heads.

And yet,  here we sit.  Two tired old people, caring for each other in comfortable silence.  Easter has been different today.  I am thankful for the beautiful Easter sermons we have heard today.  And the wonderful music.  But there is a void.  I just put the smallest Easter ham in the oven.  I don't even know how to cook a ham that small.  I am hoping the mashed potatoes and gravy will deliver the comfort I need.

We did have a lovely Easter Brunch for two, with piping hot gingerbread scones, slathered with fresh homemade lemon curd.  See, I'm trying to make things festive...

I hope you are all having a wonderful Easter, surrounded by the love of your family, and the love of our Savior.