There are certain days that stand out from the rest. These days automatically imprint in your memory and more importantly engrave themselves into your heart and entire being.
The day you stand up in front of family and friends and vow to be with the love of your life through better or worse ~ richer or poorer, the day you both board an international flight for the first time and the exhilaration of knowing you’ll be in a foreign country in a few hours, the day you meet your first born which incidentally will be the same day you start wearing your heart outside your body for the rest of your life, the day your sweet baby boy takes his first wobbly steps, the day the doctor announced we’ll be expecting a daughter and my heart smiled for days after, the day you meet your beloved daughter….there are many more big and small, those distinctive memories that will never fade. The day you decide to dedicate your children are one of those days too. Sunday we dedicated Zoe and Peyton.
The dedication was before the Easter service and it was quite fitting for us to stand before our God and thank him for our greatest blessings, our children. In doing that we also remembered that he sent his only son to die for our sins this Easter weekend in history. It was a day filled with gratefulness, thankfulness and gratitude for everything we do have.
After the dedication we celebrated the rest of Easter at my sister’s house. We each bought a little something to contribute to lunch and it turned out to be quite a feast. Our Sunday lunch line-up started off with avocado ritz, and then progressed to a delicious hearty lamb stew that had a hint of curry which was perfect for a chilly Autumn day, and ended off with my mom’s home-made sponge and peach baked dessert with a dollop or two of whipped cream. It was quite the Easter spread and in between this we enjoyed time together listening to the pitter patter of little feet in the playroom, boys playing rough and tumble on the bed and just generally over indulging knowing tomorrow we’ll regret that second helping.
After lunch we crowded into my sisters bedroom in the hopes of capturing the five cousins together which doesn’t happen often enough so we had to grab the opportunity. I know how difficult it is to capture one child sitting still long enough where they actually look at the camera without a silly expression on their face so I knew my chances were slim beforehand with five of them. They turned out okay though and sometimes the imperfect ones have more character than the faultless ones….just as life I suppose :)
“A cousin is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.” Author: Marion C. Garretty
I hope your Easter was as good as mine was….with lots of happiness and chocolates!!!