I'm dreaming of a

white Easter??? My Ma said this morning that the last several years we have had a white Easter ... that must really put a wrench in the Easter Bunny's plans huh?

I don't know what it is about a holiday morning but my kids sense it and are awake a good hour earlier than normal ... always. Christmas, Easter, Valentines ... they sense that there is a special something waiting for them on the dining room table.

When I was growing up my Ma always had something for us ... no matter what holiday, you could count on fun plates, something special to eat and a gift of some sort or another waiting on the table. I always looked forward to that and I am happy to be doing the same with my monkeys.

I love to decorate the light above the table, right now it has eggs hanging down at all different lengths ... its just something fun, easy and festive that I enjoy doing. The kids Easter baskets are baseballs ... Matthew's is white and Grace's is pink. They are super cutie patoootie ... thanks Target.

We did an Easter egg hunt for plastic eggs ... I am over the dying gross egg experience ... Matthew raced around and kept saying how he was winning ... Grace eventually got what was going on with the help of her bestest friend, her Da-da.

I attempted to make a Monkey Bread-ish breakfast ... although it is back in the over for a second round because it wasn't cooked all the way through. Hmmm ... it smells good, so we'll see.

This week I did take some time to explain to Matthew what Easter is really about. When I was explaining that Jesus died, his face fell and his little eyes opened up so wide ... but when I told him the reason we celebrate Easter and that Jesus lives, I wish I had a camera to take a picture of his face, I will never forget how his little face lit up ... "He is alive! I know." he said ... I love how children just believe ... there is no "but" or wanting a more in depth explanation ... it just is.

Faith like a child, isn't that what we are called to have?

Happy snowy Easter ... enjoy your day, through the eyes of your children, where nothing is greater than finding an egg and eating the ear off of a chocolate bunny ... and knowing without a doubt that Jesus lives.