Today is a very unordinary day. Easter Sunday: a day of rejoicing, of gladness, of celebration and thankfulness.
For me, to write about Easter as an everyday ordinary would be like trying to make Christmas out to be just a really great Sunday lunch; it’s not going to happen. Today is special, and so it should be.
And so for today, I am simply thankful.
Thankful for salvation, for everything that Easter Sunday represents now and always.
Thankful for my family, both the immediate one of H, Kitty, Elma and Little Bump, and the wider aray of grandparents, great-grandma, uncles, aunts and cousins that surround us.
For baby snuggles with the newest member of that family.
For sunshiney bright days as the end draws near to what has seemed to be a very long, wet, dreary winter and the prospect of many days spent mostly outside.
For new life; the joy of watching the lambs bounce across the fields from the train on the way to work, and taking the girls to count the fluffy brown and gold ducklings on the lake in the park.
And for smiles, always for smiles, and for hide peepo from a little girl whose personality grows day by day.
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