The most wonderful day

Yesterday was a pretty terrific day. Actually, one of the best ever. What made it so special? I don't really know.

We played War, we played Jacks, we played Sequence and Yahtzee. We colored Easter Eggs. We had dinner with no one fighting. We went out to the spa when it got dark. Just the three of us, sitting there enjoying the mild evening, the warm water, and each other's company.

We talked of fingernails, and eggs, and other things mundane.
We talked of stars, and angels, and the mysteries of the empty tomb.
My 5 year old daughter told me that the stars are in the heavens to remind us that God is always watching over us.
My very-nearly eight year old son asked question after question about why, if Jesus is who He said He was, then why did He allow himself to be beaten and crucified. I think he finally got it - saw the window into the unexplainable, incredible Love that would do that for us.

But as wondrous as yesterday was, today is a day for rejoicing. For

Christ is risen.
He is risen indeed!