The boys awoke to Easter baskets, and have been hunting eggs (that they've mostly re-hidden from each other) for a solid week. We made palm fronds out of fort building materials and decorated paper eggs and colored chalk eggs and dyed real eggs.

There were several thoughtful deliveries - candy from the city, seeds from a special friend, lawn games from grandparents, flowers from the hospital, a fairy house from the neighbor next door.
We greet all of the these kind, generous people through windows, on screens, at distances that feel strained and unnatural, exchanging holiday greetings and quiet gratitudes.
We recognize that for most of us, community is everything. 

This Easter, life feels unfamiliar and oppressive and also like a tremendous blessing.

1 comment:

Poppy John said...

Jenni Baby,
You ended your post with the word "blessings".