Trinity Presbyterian Church was surrounded by blooming cherry trees Easter morning. So lovely.
Chris won’t be here next Easter, so it was especially nice to celebrate together this year. I love Easter. Such joy, such hope! Church bells chimed and tolled while Isaac raced all over the backyard finding eggs. His favorite was up in a tree. I had fun hiding them in his construction toys in his dirt pit. Pear blossoms flitted down around us. It was sunny and absolutely perfect.
We’ve been reading the Easter story to Isaac and I asked him about it as I tucked him into bed.
“Why did Jesus go in the tomb?” he asked.
“Because Jesus loves us so much he died for us, and his friends buried him there. But he didn’t stay dead; he conquered death and rose from the dead, so that’s why we don’t have to worry about dying.”
“And the rock.”
“That’s right, they put a rock in front.”
“Yeah, and he opened it.”
“The elephant opened it.”
“Jesus was in the cave and the elephant rolled away the stone.”
“The elephant came and rolled away the stone and saved Jesus.”
“Ok NO. Wait, are you talking about your new elephant book Grandma sent you from South Africa where the elephant rolls the stone away from the cave and saves the dassies?”
“That’s different. Jesus is not a dassie.”