When I was a l kid my mom always made sure to celebrate this particular holiday with me. She rarely had custody of me on Christmas. And Thanksgiving was great but my mom CANNOT cook (by choice she refuses to cook anything edible; yep thats just how cute she is). So Easter was the most special time of year for me. I remember waking up to her mom made and inspired scavenger hunts that were meant to remind me I was adored and promised glory. She never was big on candy. But I always discovered on my hunt the best desserts, chocolates and cakes along the way. The hunt would lead me to the bathroom to brush my teeth (Id usually be forced to sing some powerful melody like Whitneys greatest love of all or Michaels Man in the mirror in order to receive my next clue. Which usually would lead me to my room where a perfect colorful dress awaited me (mom always made me model my dresses; showed her my confidence she said). Then the hunt would take me to an amazing brunch where a perfect pastel pancake or waffle with real maple syrup tickled my belly. Mom would smile and wed giggle for hours. She always celebrated even when she couldnt do it the way she wished. My Easter memories are rich. My mom never even thought to give me a premade basket with msg and corn syrup (dont trip that was all out the door by Halloween). She took so much pride in her basket arrangement though. Always something to work my brain, my heart,and my belly. There was always a spiritual quest she pushed me on each Easter. Reminding me not everyone celebrates Jesus or God the same way she consistently took me to many different congregations and encouraged me to look for differences and peace within my soul at each place. Id be in church with her trying to learn a congregations songs and failing beautifully with her. Yet praising our joys the entire time. I am so thankful for her. I wish I had her heart (Im close as Im working on it). I owe it to my nieces nephews and future kids to teach them about others and themselves the way she taught me. I wake up with so much love in my heart only to be met by the brick walls of life. I will scale them though...because my training is incomparable and my mummy would have nothing less. Im excited to call her. I know she will greet me with such enthusiasm. Shes so happy Im alive and shes alive and life is alive. Most positive humble AMAZING woman that has ever graced my path. I pray that all your life joys are in order and blessings are raining down not just today but every day people. Happy Jesus was pure love-and wasnt selfish day-and look where that got him.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 17:16:51 +0000
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