It was nice to be home. After living in Seattle for eight years, we’re starting establish our rituals. Sara got an Easter basket with peeps (she loves marshmellows) and chocolate. We went to church this morning. Sara carried a cut flower to put in the mesh cross that’s displayed outside the church on Queen Anne Ave. I sang the Hallelujah chorus with our choir. We skipped outside to side walks full of chalk drawings hailing, “He has risen indeed!” I was giddy with joy of this favorite holiday. If you believe in Jesus, this is THE day. Christmas is just the beginning, but the resurrection is the culmination and fulfillment of the promise of Christ. Death where is your sting?
We came home and shuffled around to get lunch on the table. Laura vomited digested milk all over my skirt and peed on Wayne (all in the same day). Wayne started the ham. Then we napped in true Sabbath style.
The ham was making the house smell wonderful. It was basted with blackberry jam and mustard glaze.
Claire and Jon added asparagus roasted with garlic and balsalmic, salad with apples, soynuts, and raisins, and sweet potatoes. We vegged for a while before I made a plum and berry tart for desert.
It has been a very pleasant day.