I feel like something major should go here.
I should have something incredibly deep and profound to say about the day on which we celebrate our risen Lord.
But to be honest, the meaning behind the holiday, the lesson to learn, the grace to accept is SO ENORMOUS, I've never really been able to settle on words to express what Easter is.And this was particularly hard this year because I wanted to be able to tell Iris that Easter wasn't just about decorating eggs for the Easter Bunny.
(Which, by the way, every time someone's at our door she tells "that rabbit" to "come in.")
So I told her that we celebrate Easter because when we tell Jesus we're sorry for things we've done wrong, he just tells us that it's okay. As soon as I said it, I kind of wondered why I tried to make it more complicated than that before.