and we liked it that way!”
I can just hear Zoe saying this to her grandchildren.
You know, she’d almost have a point.
Today, the big fancy playground sat empty while Zoe, Ben, and Lucy played on an enormous pile of dirt.
And loved it.
Of course, Zoe’s grandchildren would also have photographic evidence that she is a total nut and would assume her memory could not be trusted…
You know it’s been a while since a post on your blog when you start checking your own blog to see if you posted anything…
Just checked and the answer was “no.”
I think the next time I check, something new will be there. If only it had a picture…
Oh wait, it does!
But I can’t take credit for it.
This is one of the first photos my friend Emily took with her seriously cool new camera. It’s my all-time favorite.
Zoe and Vera.
I heard on my way in to work this morning that Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday. This was the reported epitaph he had written for himself:
“The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.”
I have chewed on that all day.
Zoe saying this to me as she passed me communion this morning was the best part of Easter. I’m not sure that life gets better than this, being offered communion by my own child. It felt so tinged with holiness that I didn’t quite know where to look. Fortunately, soon after passing each of us the elements (the bread to me, the cup to Mark), Zoe began the busy task of finding the exact place to put her square of bread or her “teensy weensy tiny cup.”
We had a lovely Easter. Breakfast at church. Lunch with Mark’s parents—complete with a sweet treasure/egg hunt for Zoe. An afternoon of playing school. And an evening worship service for which Mark played guitar and Zoe stage whispered during the message, “Why is he talking about cell phones? He’s supposed to be talking about Easter!”
A day to celebrate the empty tomb. A full heart. And lungs filled with nothing but air.