observationsofahopefulheart: easter

We woke up with the sunshine, although not particularly willingly, after an abbreviated night of sleep. There is always much to do before a day of celebration, but sleep is never on that list. Cupcakes to decorate, baskets to fill, heads of hair to trim and every task involved seems to create a mess from which the words "clean up ___" are added to the list of to-do's. Perhaps even those who set up and took down the last supper might have felt the same way. Where there is the joy of community, there is work involved. Joyful work from which good memories are made.

Sleepy brown eyes and tangled hair. Little hands reached in to a basket full of surprises. She opened a few before we ate our breakfast and dressed in our fancies. It was a morning to celebrate, to quiet our busy minds and lift our hearts in worship to our risen Lord. Death was defeated, alleluia!

From a room of praise to a house full of cheerful chatter, we gathered at Dad & Mom Gall's house for an Asian feast. Food, fellowship, an egg hunt and some tennis baseball made for some light hearts and sweet memories.

We packed our party (which, at this point, included a sugared-up, un-napped child) and made the journey north for the annual Ducommun egg hunt. The bucket headed group gathered on the steps and the hunt began. It was a quieter experience without the shrieks and shouts of sugar-Sheri, but fun, nonetheless.When all eggs were accounted for the Bible trivia began. It's good to see what tired, sugared brains can accomplish.