The Day

Since I didn’t write anything about Easter last week, I will do so now.  First, a little bit about our day.  And then, a little bit about the day.

We get up a little earlier than on a usual Sunday morning.  We want to be at the church building a little early so we can do some stuff for Sunday School.  T. and I work with the middle and high school group.  In class we talked about the resurrection and watch some snippets of Narnia. 

The worship service then followed.  This year, there was no cantata, play, or for that matter there wasn’t anything that would necessarily distinguish it from any other service.  It was a great service, nonetheless.

After the church service, we went home, had some lunch and put the three-year-old down for a nap. And in the afternoon, we went over to our friend’s house for a nice meal and a rousing game of Super Scrabble.  We had a great time.  And before we knew it, it was after eight and time to go home. 

We didn’t boil and color eggs. There was no Easter egg hunt.  No candy. No gifts.  Now, it is not that we are opposed to any of those things.  We just didn’t.  Our son, at this point, doesn’t have a grasp on the concept of holidays.  Like I mentioned in a previous blog, he doesn’t seem to be very materialistic.  We did have a few plastic eggs as decoration, and he played with them.  I assume that next year, it will be a big deal, and we will celebrate.

 
All in all, it was a calm and relaxing day.

Which brings me to the day. And here is what happened on the first Easter day. 

He got up!