I vacillated about going to church this morning. At first I thought I'd want to. Then I thought I wouldn't. I worried that it would all be too emotional for me. I've got so many emotions right below the surface, I thought I'd just walk in the doors and start crying. And of course it depended on how Eric was doing this morning. But he had a good night, so I decided Mom, Andrew, and I would go to church. I decided I needed to see the Easter lilies, smell the hyacinths, sing Allelulias, hear the choir and blare of the brass, and listen once again to the resurrection story, new life. We went to Christ Church Presbyterian, a local church that has "adopted" us, so to speak. The pastor and several members have visited and more have offered to come sit with Eric. Anyway, we arrived late . . . I thought the service started at 10:30, but it was 10:15, and we slipped unnoticed into a rear pew. No one knew we were there, yet at prayer time, they prayed for Eric.
It poured rain earlier today, but now the sun is shining. It's a beautiful day. Wishing you all a blessed Easter.
Do Easter photos get any cuter than this? Here's my very photogenic niece and nephew, Alex and Emmitt, from Pittsburgh. I miss them, and all my nieces, so much.