Easter weekend. That holds a lot of activity for our
household. We usually dye Easter eggs on
Saturday, but this year we had to make some adjustments. Kel’s church is doing an egg hunt, and Nathan
and April are moving on Saturday, so we pushed our family egg workday back to
Good Friday. We missed having Josh and
Christi and their boys here, but we did a face time segment with them so all
the kids could see each other.
Our order of events was pretty
straightforward. We started with the dye
party right away. That’s always lots of
fun. Christina came up with a great idea
for Josiah this year. She stuck an egg
in a kitchen whisk so he could dunk it into the cups without smashing it. Worked like a charm. We need to remember that one. And of course Chris collected crayon signatures
of all there on one egg before putting it into a dye cup. That one, along with a few selected others,
will go into her egg basket to be saved unto eternity. Or until one of hem cracks and stinks up the
house (as has happened a time or two).
Yes, Chris actually saves hard-boiled eggs and displays them in a basket
year-round. As long as they don’t ever
crack the insides dry up and disappear over time. We still have a few eggs from years ago. I’m not sure how they managed to stick around
after Hurricane Ike, but they didn’t break so I guess the sentimental appeal
was just too strong to let them go.
After the dyeing came the actual egg
hunt. Well, not exactly right after. As the kids finished up, Kel and Nathan and I
went outside and hid some plastic eggs.
That was a chore. Do you know how
hard it is to make some of them easy to find for a two and four year old, and
then convince the nine and six year old to leave those alone? Once the eggs were hidden we all gathered for
lunch. Chris had prepared a roast in the
crock pot and fixed up a boatload of rice and gravy. I guess there was a vegetable or two floating
around somewhere as well. Cailyn had
helped Chris make some cupcakes the day before for dessert, so we had a
veritable banquet.
And finally it was time for the hunt. We let Josiah outside first to give him a
chance at the easy ones. Cailyn came next,
followed by the old hands Jachin and Micah.
It all worked out for the best.
Each kid had a certain number of eggs they could collect. Once accomplished they could either help
someone else out or head for the front porch to check out their bounty. This year as far as we can tell, there is
still one egg missing out there somewhere.
It’ll probably turn up next time I mow the grass. The kids were plenty happy with what they
got, though.
The weekend continues with Nathan and April’s
move today and then the Easter Sunrise service tomorrow. And the breakfast to follow. And the egg hunt at the church. And the communion service. And somewhere in there maybe I can catch a
minute or two of one of the March Madness basketball games. Yep. Easter
Weekend.
Luke 23:50-56 says, “Now there was a man named Joseph, a member of the Council, a good and
upright man, who had not consented to their decision and action. He came from
the Judean town of Arimathea and he was waiting for the kingdom of God. Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus' body. Then
he took it down, wrapped it in linen cloth and placed it in a tomb cut in the
rock, one in which no one had yet been laid. It was Preparation Day, and the
Sabbath was about to begin.
The women who had come with Jesus
from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. Then
they went home and prepared spices and perfumes. But they rested on the Sabbath
in obedience to the commandment.”
Father, thank you for all this
weekend means. As Cailyn said in her
prayer the other day, See you on Easter.”
Amen.
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