*Spring is the balm that heals what winter has chapped.
*Little arm shadows flapping to fly as high as the kite. Little tiptoed feet skipping to chase the squirrel. Little memory pictures framed in my mind to save for a winter’s day.
*A splash of yellow, a flash of blue, a pop of red to liven up winter’s worn palette.
*This year, we hid empty Easter eggs. Ideally, it made the egg hunt easier to prepare. The kids found their eggs and brought them to exchange for candy. But it got me thinking…isn’t the whole joy of Easter about finding something empty anyway? Isn’t the celebration about the emptiness of the tomb and the miracle of God’s power over all? While finding an empty egg may not be so thrilling, rejoicing in emptiness that can be subsequently filled with greater joy is kinda awesome.