Goodness, where does the time go? I think to myself all the time that I need to blog more, but I feel like all I do is blog less! Days and weeks go by and I let time lapse without a written memory of what we are experiencing, as I try very hard to savior each and every moment.
The month of March was fabulous. We had a ton of visitors - family and friends - people who came to see us, but mainly Ireland. :)
However, today I want to write about Easter. Easter is a special holiday. If you forget the Easter Bunny, peanut butter eggs and baskets full of fake grass, you will simply think about the reason for the season. Jesus was executed for us, for our sins, because he loved us so much. That's really pretty powerful. I feel as those this was the most busy and irrelevant Lenten experience I have had in years, yet it was one of the most powerful Easter's I've had in a long time. It just felt different.
So, why was this Easter so perfect? It just was. It's pretty simple. MP and I woke up at the sound of Ireland stirring bright and early. We brought Ireland out to see her Easter baskets filled with goodies. She received enough puffs to feed a small army of babies. Books, a few toys and stuffed animals. Far too many things then one baby should get and I am very grateful she has so many people that love her enough to treat her to such luxuries.
After she saw what the EB dropped her way, we went out to exercise. MP went on a run and Ireland and I went on a stroll. We were back in to get showered and ready for 10:30 mass. Mass was beautiful and so was the music. Ireland was extremely well behaved and even fell asleep on me right before communion. As I carried her on my chest up to communion I couldn't help but be overcome with emotion. Here I am with this baby, this innocent, loving, special baby that I would do anything for. I would die for her. I would give my life so she could live a long, healthy life. Finally, it clicked for me. This is what made this Easter special for me. It doesn't matter that I didn't attend every Sunday mass this Lent. Or that I messed up and ate some french fries. I now understand Lent and sacrifice on a whole different level. For once, in the smallest of ways, I have an inkling of an idea of what Jesus felt for his people. It's a very overwhelming feeling. Don't get me wrong, I'm not anything like Jesus. I'm not half as good as HE. But, I can kinda get it a bit.
After mass we met MVP and our friends for lunch. Ireland was dressed to the nines in her sailor gear looking cute as cute can be. The conversation was joyful and the mimosa was tasty.
After a long lunch we retreated to the ever awful Wal-mart for a few items and then made our way home to feed Ireland. Then, we got dressed for the pool and made our way to play with Ireland. As we sat in the sun, one of my favorite places, it felt as though time stopped for a bit. We weren't doing anything overly special, but we were together, just the three of us, in our own little bubble. Life was good. Life IS good. After almost two hours at the pool, we made our way home to feed the baby and put her to bed.
Ireland got in her jammies and watched baseball highlights with her dad while I made us an easy dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Ireland went to bed nice and easy that night and MP and I just hung out.
It really was the perfect day.
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