Easter Wednesday

Easter was fantastic!!! Yes, we were late for church because I didn’t want the kids to get dressed too early, particularly the girls since their dresses were ivory. I didn’t want the celebration of the Lord’s resurrection to start by me strangling them for getting who knows what into their dresses.

My mom carefully got the girls out the car and I decided carrying my injured foot son would be easier and faster than waiting for him to hop to the door of my cousin’s church. As soon as we got in the door, I noticed the small church was packed. As I sat Jory down in the closest chair I could find, I heard Mort and Uncle Bobby say, “Why are you carrying him?” I heard my mom explaining as my cousin whispered to me, “You made it just in time. Jory’s next to give his speech.” Yikes!

I took the girls to the front of the church to an available seat, but instead they decide to sit on their cousins’ laps. I walked to the back of the church picked up Jory and carried him to the front of the church. He got the microphone from the pastor and said his speech. He said it quickly, but I was busy trying to videotape him so I didn’t have time to grab his attention and tell him to slow it down. He was done and hopped over to sit with Happy. Next up, Rowan. My cousin wasn’t lying when she said we made it just in time.

Rowan sped through her speech like she was Dale Earnhardt at the Indianapolis Five Hundred. This time I was ready and when she finished, I said, “Rowan, slow down and say it again.” I thought people understanding her speech was more important than the fact they couldn’t see the top of her dress because of her sweater.

The baby’s name was maligned next and she came up to say her speech. I got her sweater off in time. She said it her way with certain words omitted, but what could I do. She did say it a slower rate of speed than Rowan, but it was still pretty fast.

When that was done, it was time for our song.

Do you know The Son Of God?
The Son of God?
The Son of God?
Do you know the Son of God
Who died and rose again?

Oh, yes, I know the Son of God,
The Son of God,
The Son of God.
Oh, yes, I know the Son of God
Who died and rose again.

Do you love the Son of God?
The Son of God?
The Son of God?
Do you love the Son of God
Who died and rose again.

Oh, yes, I love the Son of God,
The Son of God,
The Son of God.
Oh, yes, I love the Son of God
Who died and rose again.

Will you obey the Son of God?
The Son of God?
The Son of God?
Will you obey the Son of God
Who died and rose again.

Yes, I'll obey the Son of God,
The Son of God,
The Son of God.
Yes, I'll obey the Son of God
Who died and rose again.


They sang the song with only one little mix-up, but everyone applauded and it was a success. I leaned over to my cousin and told her Jory wanted to sing a solo and she added him to the program.

Hopping on one foot, my baby proudly sang, “Lord, I lift your name on high.”

Lord, I lift Your name on high
Lord, I love to sing Your praises
I'm so glad You're in my life
I'm so glad You came to save us

You came from heaven to earth
To show the way
From the earth to the cross
My debt to pay
From the cross to the grave
From the grave to the sky
Lord, I lift Your name on high


He sang beautifully. After he finished, my nephew, Mason, sang “Jesus loves me” in the most beautiful voice. I was very impressed.

All in all, it was a beautiful surrounded by loved ones, celebrating Christ’s resurrection, and beautifully dressed children. Score!

A quick change at home, then we were off to my aunt’s for Easter dinner. Or rather we dropped Oma and Rowan off, the sleeping Layla, “I need to soak my foot” Jory, and I returned home. And let me tell you nothing says, “Thank you for dying on the cross and rising from the dead on the third day,” like a grilled cheese and lamb sandwich and tortilla chips, while you watch “The First Forty-Eight” on the DVR and your kids watch an Easter cartoon movie.

Yes, it was a great day.