Easter this year was a bit quieter. Grammy had to work on this weekend, as well as David in the morning, so it was later in the afternoon when we headed to Nana’s for food & hunting fun. We’d asked grandparents to lay low on the sweets, but we still had a couple dozen eggs to hide in the yard filled with change, a couple of goodies or (gasp… wheeze…) nothing at all (gulp!) It was also the first year that the boys got to decorate some eggs, so they were excited to find the ones that they had done– mostly plain, pretty colors, with a couple ‘brown’ ones where Aidan had fun dipping them in each color for a time. Lucas rode with Muma– happy as could be and oblivious to all the goings on. Boys also found their baskets, with new water bottles, a Chugger each, and a couple of other goodies. Perhaps even more fun than the hunt is the “sort.” Opening the eggs and discovering their treasures on Nana’s “blue table” whilest onlookers scout yummies to ‘share’ and soak in the excitement of two golden boys over their findings. It’s become more of a tradition than we had ever expected, but the boys have really gotten into the big egg hunt, then of course hiding eggs for the grown ups to find for days afterwards, and even asking for ‘easter eggs’ to eat anytime they’d like a hard-boiled egg.
More important than this enchanting rigamaroll, is the remembrance of the event that we celebrate on this (or not) passover weekend. I’ve treasured more in our home the tradition David and I have set to read together Desire of Ages‘ account of that solemn Friday and glorious Sunday. The boys also have a book and cd we read and listen to, and Alexander especially is just beginning to understand what really took place and happened to Jesus at the end of his ministry on Earth. He asks a lot of questions– this weekend and other times just on a whim, and sometimes his little drawings and crafty creations reflect his consideration of the meaning of the Cross as we’ve opened up more of the meaning to him this year now that he’s getting older. One can’t help but smile in their whimsical childhood delight over a good treasure hunt- hide and seek, but so much more in our hearts do we aspire that they would truly grow up to seek the One who offers treasures far beyond any chocolate morsel or shiny coin. Even a spring day in rainbow colors turns dim in the light of an eternal kingdom where the even meager streets are paved in gold.
Amen! What a special way to make Christ the focus for His immeasureable gift of love!
It was a cool and windy Sunday, but fun; even though Michelle had to work, we were glad Mike and Erna could make it down for brunch and hunting.