I am so excited for Easter. TJ and I were comparing Easter traditions and it seems that while he was out "hunting" for candy and tediously gathering it piece by piece like a caveman, I would wake up to the most beautiful basket of candy, right beside my bed. I told him my Easter Bunny must have been much nicer than his. :)
It's kind of fun knowing that we get to start traditions of our own. Even though he's only 6 months old, Topher is getting quite a few little presents. I can't wait to see his face when we give him our favorite present...a near life-saved stuffed animal alligator from Sam's Club. Hopefully he won't cry. It's adorable. It's exactly the sort of thing I pictured when I envisioned having a little boy. That, and Spiderman tightie-whities.
But more than the excitement of the basket beside the bed, I love the real reason for Easter. I can't wait to tell Topher all about how Jesus came and stood beside a weeping Mary at the empty sepulchre, and asked her why she wept and whom she was seeking. How her heart was physically aching and how she, assuming him to be the gardener, begged him to tell her where they had moved her Lord and the way Jesus' answer was simply, "Mary." Then how she must have recognized him from his voice and inflection because she looked up at him and said, "Rabboni." And finally how, after that beautiful morning, the world would never be the same again.