Although the sharp edges of other special days have dulled and softened with the passage of time, my human heart still grieves and that personal truth remains: Easter is a cry-in-the-shower day.
But that’s not all it is. It’s a long walk with the family day and a cinnamon rolls for breakfast day and an egg hunt in the back yard day (even if The Bunny was a bit later than usual this particular year) and a close my eyes and feel my soul coming alive while singing songs of hope and redemption at church day.
And it’s a day to be thankful for, because without it, death would’ve won and Logan would be forever lost. But he’s not, and it’s all because of Easter.
So I cried in the shower and then dried my eyes and went about the rest of the day as I always do. Although I’m painfully conscious of what I’ve lost and my mama-heart longs for the little lamb I can hold only in my memories, I’m also conscious of all I have to gain whenever Some Day arrives.
And for that --for the tears and the walks and the laughs and the relationships and the promise of Heaven-- I’m thankful.
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