Jon posting this morning. Good morning and Happy Easter!
I was thinking about this yesterday and it made me a little bit sad, and gave me a little bit of hope. I remember back growing up how special holidays felt. There was a certain feeling that came on Christmas, Easter, my birthday, etc. It just felt like a special day. We gave Chelsea the "dry run" last night of making sure her Easter dress fit for church this morning and put everything together, and it made me realize that in that Bad Place, where Little Dude is having his Easter today - it's just another day.
Nobody's hiding Easter eggs. Nobody's making ham and sweet potatoes and fruit salad. Nobody's visiting or hosting relatives. The sad realization that I came to yesterday is that Christmas, birthdays, etc. probably go by pretty unnoticed for the inmates of the Bad Place.
Not for much longer Little Dude. You're going to learning the meaning behind Christmas and Easter. You're going to get a cake on your birthday. It's not going to be easy for you or for us all the time, that's for sure...but for certain no child should spend his or her life not opening a Christmas present or going on an Easter egg hunt.
Happy Easter everyone! Especially you, Little Dude.
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