It's an April Fools' Day Miracle!

Steve and I have something to celebrate. Tuesday, April 1st, is our 7th anniversary. That's the year where the gift is wool or copper if you're keeping track. Fingers crossed: maybe we'll get blankets and pennies.

We made it past the 7 year thing, and most of those years were doozies. In honor of our upcoming anniversary, and because I believe in building memorials, I'm going to be an annoying little blogger and publish one of my own poems.

Something Momentous
Like Israel’s desert wanderers,
We create memorial in this moment,
Gratefully piling up stones we will see
Later, when through memory hazy
With doubt and fear we look back,
Or circling lost (betrayed by our dominant stride),
We glance at the remembrance.
Look there; something momentous.
Faith coughs and sputters back to life.

We will infuse this moment with celebration
Of gifts and efforts.
We should celebrate such things:
In doing so we will celebrate God.

This is no small matter.
Let us celebrate, Let us commune,
Let us sigh with relief,
Thanking God and each other.
Leaves are made new and overturned.

He hands us this moment,
Gently dangling it from divine thumb and forefinger,
Lowering time into our clumsy, open palms,
And fills it with His presence, saying,
“Enjoy this one. Enjoy each other.
Your next step, your next 20,000 steps,
Are on my soil.”

It's okay mommy, I found one...

I did a really bad thing.

When I discovered that an Easter Egg hunt was being held in a nearby community, I told Anna we were going and built up her little expectations to a fever pitch. "Baby, it's going to be so fun collecting eggies!"

Then, I blew it. I got us there exactly two minutes late. For those of you "in the know" regarding Egg Hunts, that means I got us there when it was over. Apparently, it only takes a mere two minutes for a horde of basket toting candy fiends and their kids to sock away a few thousand eggs.

I was distraught. I scoured the green with her for anything that was left -- we found one inexplicably tiny chocolate egg. How could I have done this to her? She would never have even known this disappointment if I hadn't jazzed her all up about it.

I started to cry. I really did. I kneeled down and looked her right in the face and apologized that we didn't get to do the egg hunt. Then she did something that made me cry more. She held my hand and started comforting me: "It's okay mommy, I found one..."

I took her directly to the store and bought eggs and dye, and we did a whole batch ourselves for her to hunt down in the back yard that afternoon.

And she was fine. Of course, she was fine the whole time. It was her mommy that wavered.

Once she got to wear her Easter Dress, though, she was thrilled.

Of course, this is her after mommy took a gazillion pictures of her in her Easter Dress and wore her out...

Sigh. I try.

Let there be...a blog

Here we are. Ain't we fancy?