Easter Weekend began on Friday and ran through Monday, with a plethora of activities and events. Marcus and I couldn’t believe how excited the girls were about Easter this year.
We made it a point to try to explain Easter to the girls in simple terms–we don’t want them to get the impression that the holiday is secular, or about candy. The conversation was basic–that Jesus died on Good Friday, but not to be sad, because He rose from the dead on Easter Sunday because He is God. Of course, they wanted to know if Ross’ dog Gus would wake up, too, but I think they were able to understand that Jesus is the only one who could do it. Miscommunications aside, it truly was a precious conversation to share with my daughters.
We spent Holy Saturday with our friends the Carbols, the Susaks, and the Hammonds for a Mexican Easter feast. The children dyed Easter Eggs, played together, and we all enjoyed some good food and some good company.
Easter Sunday was a beautiful day here in Yorkshire, and we went to church and then to a church potluck Easter brunch. The food was delicious and abundant, and the companionship was amazing, too. The girls participated in their first “real” Easter Egg Hunt, and left with full baskets and full tummies.
Marcus had to head off to work on Easter Monday, but the girls and I had a super day. We headed to Valley Gardens where we met Auntie Anne and Uncle Phil, Sue, and Bob for a picnic and some frolicking round. The girls burned off plenty of sugar-induced energy, while the grown-ups knitted, laughed, and watched. I suspect that a good time was had by all.
So, Easter weekend was a full and blessed one for our family. It was a special day, and led into many good-byes that we know are coming in the next week.
I know that I have said it before, and that I’ll say it again, but we truly are blessed by the family we have made overseas, and the family we have become because of our time overseas.