So somewhere around Thursday I looked up at my husband and declared that I had not purchased supplies for Easter baskets, we were not going to get a chance to dye eggs, and I had no idea what we were going to do for lunch. Thank heavens one of our precious church members delivered dinner to us the night before that I saved for Sunday afternoon.
So when we woke up, we just got ready for church. It was Jack's first trip back to church since surgery and that was a big enough deal so hunting eggs would not have fit in there anyway.
Then we came home and went through our Resurrection Eggs that were given to us several years ago. Each egg has an item inside that helps tell the story of Easter.
Jack read the story while Sam and Ruthie took turns opening eggs.
No one ever asked about an Easter basket or the fact that they didn't have a chocolate bunny.
I think we were all just happy to be together, with nowhere else we had to be, focusing on the true meaning of Easter.