Here we are on Easter Sunday … three generations of shining faces. That’s my mom and my two daughters with me, in case you are new to MSJ. We are an international crew. Grandma and Larisa born in Canada. I was born in the USA and Nora in Colombia. And we’re okay with all that. Free trade and all that. “All that” really does include a lot of passports/fees/paperwork/fingerprinting…. and it’s all good.
Family dinners are a joy to behold. Lots of laughter. Lots of thankful hearts. Not only for the resurrection of our Lord, but for the family with whom He has surrounded us.
Favorite quotes from this year’s Easter dinner:
Seven-year-old nephew, when asked what he wanted to drink, “I’ll have rootbeer. But if there’s no root, I’ll just take the beer.” (We are not a drinking family, so it was quite amusing!)
Eight-year-old daughter, after her father said, “There are E G G S around the R O O M. We will H U N T after C H U R C H.” “Hey, I think you guys spelling so I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
My pound-dropping husband, “This is the leanest and greenest Easter dinner I’ve ever eaten!”
He is risen indeed!
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