My husband is uploading photos of our kids in their Easter outfits as I type this. Our church has a Saturday night service, so we decided to go to that rather than brave the mob scene that Sunday morning Easter services will afford.
Tomorrow Dan has to go to work, but the kids and I will sleep in (well, that might be a pipe dream). We can stay in our pajamas, laze around, and watch the Veggie Tales Easter Carol. We decorated eggs, but aren’t doing an egg hunt (thank you snow).
We’re not doing baskets or candy. Easter just kind of snuck up on us this year, and our kids don’t expect it (yet) so we don’t bother.
I am, however, committed to a traditional Easter dinner. Made simple. I splurged on a spiral sliced ham, have 1/2 a pineapple in the freezer that I can slice and put over top the ham while it bakes. Mashed potatoes, organic frozen green beans will health up the green bean casserole a tiny bit, and the most preparation but the biggest bang for my buck will be the Resurrection Rolls (we heathen call them Magic Middle Muffins).
It’s just nice to know tomorrow morning won’t be a flurry of egg hunting, “don’t eat too much candy”ing, “it’s time to get dressed and get to church”, etc. I found a great resource for telling the Easter story (non-bunny version) to kids and may even go so far as to print out a a coloring page.
I’m looking forward to their help making the meal and just taking it really slow and easy tomorrow. Reflecting on the most amazing event that caps the cornerstone of my faith.