Easter Errors (and the greatest one is mine!)

**Thanks to Granny for the adorable bunny cake**

Easter weekend was filled with various disappointments, but memorable times, nonetheless!

To begin with, we were going to an event featuring the Easter bunny, dropping eggs from a hot air balloon (strange, I know). When we left home, Brayden was really whiney, and we even turned around once and returned home to coax him out of his foul mood (I am beginning to believe he had the right idea). After we traveled the forty minutes or so to get to the location, we found it muddy and overrun with other whiney kids. When I saw a woman wearing knee-high work boots with her frilly skirt, I should have understood that we needed to march the half mile back to the car and leave. What is that saying about hindsight???

When we got there, we found out that we had to register the kids to hunt eggs. We jumped in a line and waited, only to find out that it was the wrong line. It was for those who had already endured the wait to register and then had to form a different line to get a handstamp (by the time our kids got it, the workers were merely taking an ink pen and making a mark on the hand. I could have done that myself :-}).

Anyway, long story short--it was too windy for the hot air balloon, there were too many little ones to send ours into the stampede, umm...I mean egg hunt, and Brayden had already splatted mud twice, once on his rear and once on his tummy. Fortunately, the boys were so excited about the person in a chicken costume that I don't think they even realized they missed the egg hunt.

I wasn't too disappointed, though, because I thought I would get good pictures of him hunting the next day. Wrong! At church, he had on an adorable blue and white outfit, and we had managed to keep all stains off in hopes of a picturesque hunt. Well, just moments before the hunt began, we realized his Pull Up had leaked, and it was all over his bottom. By the time I changed him and he got outside, the hunt was over. Had it not been for a very kind little girl who dropped two of her eggs in the grass, he would have had none.

Fortunately, he is still too young to realize how disappointing all of this was.

Or maybe...I am too old to realize how none of that mattered anyway!

On to what matters: Jesus is risen! The Easter Bunny and egg hunts are trivial, unimportant matters. We focused the day on the importance of Jesus' selfless act for us. Thank you, God, that all that is really important has been done for us on the cross.