I hope this finds you rising from one glorious Easter weekend. As you may have guessed from the photo, I took the time to eat my weight in sugar.
It all started Saturday, with the cherry-almond vanilla cupcakes my mom made for the old girls {please, I couldn’t be rude; I had to try one too}. They were better than my strawberry cream pie, I might add, which was a bit of a disappointment. You would think I would learn: find a recipe you love, save it–preferably in a location where you can actually remember. Otherwise, a festive occasional will arrive, you won’t be able to find said recipe, and a runner-up will have to do …which really won’t do at all!
But, I digress …
Sunday morning, my friend Mandi made breakfast for some 40 people before church. We’re talking eggs in puff pastry, sweet glazed bacon, blueberry and chocolate chip muffins, strawberry soup, and the fun treats, pictured above. Even more impressive: she was still smiling when we all arrived; and I heard nary a profanity uttered from her lips. Now that, my friends, is what I call impressive.
Also impressive, my friend Kristi’s drum solo for My Redeemer Lives. I would have videoed, but I’m afraid that would have done nothing to quell her nerves. Giving your friend a nervous tick for Easter is really no gift at all, so you’re gonna have to trust me: it was AWESOME.
Of course, the holiday was also filled with family, delicious food {deviled eggs included, naturally}, Easter baskets, and Doc Martin {a new favorite}. The only thing that would have made it better would be to have my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew here. Having them so far away is the one thing that makes me terribly pitiful on holidays. Sigh.
You know, for most of my life, Christmas has been my favorite holiday, hands down. The older I get, however, the more Easter gains ground. I love to see kids dressed in their Easter finery–the adults too! I love the big Easter dinner, the baskets, and egg hunts.
But there’s something more … something in the spending time with friends before church, singing old hymns, and hearing the Easter story once again.
Try as I might, I can’t quite put it into words. All I can say is today my body may be in dire need of detox; but my soul is nothing but refreshed.






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