That probably never happens at your house. It no longer does at mine. For a few days, at least.
Anyway, Sunday we took Jack into church with us. He had been fever free for two days, but I didn't want people to see his terrible rash and judge me for being the mother who plunked her sick kid down in the nursery (despite the fact that the doc said he was no longer contagious.) So he got to come to Big Church, followed by Sunday school with mama. Being a special occasion, we figured, why not?
SIDE NOTE: Do other Christian denominations call the main worship service Big Church when referring to it with little kids, or is that a Baptist thing? I'm sheltered in this respect, so please help a sister out with the knowledge.
After church we headed down to Corsicana, my hometown, for lunch with my parents, grandparents, and aunt and uncle. Traditional ham, of course. Next year, Jack will be old enough to hunt eggs, so hunt he shall.
I know a lot of smoke is blown around new Easter outfits (I had one) and candy and bunnies and such, but for the Christian, this day celebrates the foundation of our faith. Jesus Christ, born of a virgin, fully man and fully God, walked the earth, was crucified for our transgressions--the wrath that I should have suffered for my sins, poured out on Him on the cross--dead and buried, but now alive! And I am forgiven. I loved this post that Melissa wrote on the Living Proof blog about examining and dwelling on the separate events of that week, remembering God's ordained time to save His children. It is major.
Our Redeemer is risen, indeed.