“Is it Easter yet?”
Those were the first words out of my daughter’s mouth this morning. That question was shortly followed by screams of happiness when she saw her Easter basket. We’re now getting ourselves together for service at our local church followed by an egg hunt with the cousins. I don’t think the day gets any better when you’re four, six, eight… or (mumble, mumble) thirty-something.
May your Easter be filled with the same things that make my kids squeal: excitement, joy, love and yes, a little chocolate.
Thanks for the Easter wishes.