Nothing can prepare you for those, you know? No matter how big or small, any day or occasion that has any sort of tradition or sentiment or feeling attached to it is just hard.
I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, and I want to be honest because this is our life right now. And we have reached that point where the rest of the world is traveling at normal speed, and we are still trying to grasp what this new normal is and how our life even ended up like this.
But that should be a post for another day.
This one is about Easter. But what better holiday to "break us in" to new tradition and a new life than the holiday that celebrates the fact that our God sent his only Son to die for us and that He, that only Son, died and rose again so that our sins are forgiven and so WE may live.
We. May. Live.
And we are living.
Yes, sir. The best we know how and the best we can.
We are living.
Right before we left town for Vegas, one of our favorite preschool families hosted an egg hunt at her house for a few families. The kids had a blast and got SO MUCH CANDY.
Literally hours after we returned from the west coast, we headed over to Jake's school (jet lagged and all) for his annual egg hunt.
Chase's mom and I swear every year we think we get a pic of our boys with buckets on their heads...
I'm serious. 4 minutes.
I timed it.
This group cleared out HUNDREDS of eggs in 4 minutes.
And again, SO MUCH CANDY.
And then, there was Easter Sunday morning at our house. Where the Easter Bunny came and brought lots of goodies but pretty much NO CANDY.
And we got to talk about how fun it must have been for the Easter Bunny AND the Tooth Fairy to visit our house in the same night.
Later that day, we went to Gramma's house where the kids had another egg hunt (but shhhh, we just re-used the candy that they had already received from previous hunts), and we watched Claire just be cute.
And that, my friends, was Easter.