I LOVE Easter. I LOVE celebrating the culmination of Christ's life here on Earth. I LOVE singing about the Resurrection. I LOVE dressing up. And I definitely LOVE coloring Easter eggs. All of this has magnified since having the girls. Sure, I do love dressing up my girls in all their girly glory. But as a mom, focusing on and talking about Christ's death and Resurrection surely takes the cake. I feel tremendous responsibility to teach my girls how incredibly special this day is. How incredibly sinful we are. And how incredibly merciful God is.
This Easter turned out a lot different than I anticipated. I was so stoked to get the girls dressed and to church on time. They were picture perfect of course. I noted, though, that Juliana woke up in a foul mood. She was definitely off -- real clingy and cuddly -- so not like her, especially at church. Chad and I had decided to take her in for the music portion of the worship service.
All was going well, and I was getting proud. Juliana was so quiet while I held her; in fact, she almost went to sleep. Then, it happened. I noticed she wasn't looking so good ... then stuff started coming out of her mouth. I quickly made an exit to the back (of course I had chosen THIS day to sit towards the front). We made it to the back trash can just in time ... if you know what I mean. We exited out to find the bathroom, trash can in tow. Let's just say that at this point both Juliana and I were, um, *dirty.*
So, I let the moment pass, retrieved my sleeping Addie from the nursery, and went home with the girls. On Easter. Before the message. All by myself. Covered in *yuk.* So, we have no Easter pictures so far, but rest assured, this mama will be playing dress up the first chance I get. And yes, I still worshipped my Savior. I still marveled at His gift. It was a special day.