This is just one of the 374 Easter pictures that I took this year. Seriously, what was I thinking? And what a daunting task to have to go through each one of them...the sorting, the editing, the tossing.
This Easter was strange for me. Have you ever had the biggest and greatest expectations for something, but in reality, the actual event turns out not even remotely close to what you had envisioned? Don't get me wrong, it was a nice day...just different than what I had fancied up in my mind when I purchased our family's coordinating outfits over a month and a half ago. As luck would have it, John was deathly ill and confined to the bed all day...his pink and grey striped tie (tags still attached), clung to the collar of his charcoal suit, which - for the entire day - remained hanging on it's wooden hanger in the closet. I can't even count the number of times I layed our outfits out on my bed and dreamed about having our picture taken...and walking into church together...and staying in our Easter clothes all day - everyone commenting on how adorable we looked together. It serves me right that things turned out the way they did. I mean, who was I trying to please or impress anyway? I became completely consumed and caught up in the wrong things this year, and it came back to bite me; and actually, I'm glad that it did. I'm glad because it humbled me a bit, not to mention forced me to stop and think about the reason we have Easter in the first place. I find nothing wrong with celebrating the secular joys of the holidays...as long as the most important reasons and purposes for celebrating - always remain at the forefront of our hearts and minds...a little something I had to learn the hard way this year.
On a much happier note, I will be posting lots of Easter pics in the upcoming days...not 374 lots, but lots nonetheless. :)