{Simon almost 2, Ragan almost 3 months}
I loved Easter weekend this year. I loved going to a Good Friday service with my family, even though Tom was chasing down Simon who said he needed to go potty at least 20 times for the entire congregation to hear. I loved sharing the service with my friends who have become like family, who believe in the same Christ I do.
I enjoyed Saturday: the rest after Friday. Going to Simon's first Easter egg hunt. Acknowledging that there will always be crazy parents and decided that parents should not be allowed to hunt for eggs {aka woman scooping up as many eggs as she could for her child}. Baking and getting things ready to host friends on Sunday.
And then going to an Easter service as a family, even though I was out in the hallway nursing a crying baby during the sermon, we were there together. As I constantly need to be pointed to Jesus, I am thankful for this Easter that seemed to be about nothing other than Jesus.
Preach!
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