Resurrection Day is the holiest day of our liturgical year, Easter Sunday being the metaphorical Superbowl of our faith. We observed less-than-traditionally this year, skipping in-person church service for a simple, insulated celebration.
Popping first by our favorite flowering cherry trees downtown at the capitol to behold their brief blossom, we then headed to my folks’ for brunch and an egg-hunt.
Hiding the eggs proved near as fun as finding them… my much older sister assigned each hunter[kid] a color and the adults hid them accordingly; Handsome Husband painstakingly wrapped each of our eggs in cash so as not to conflict with the color scheme.
We then meandered to the nearby park to work off breakfast and play a bit.
‘Twas a lovely SONday, indeed.
“He is not here, He is risen– just as He said he would.” Matthew 28:6