Easter 2014

Standing in the shower, my tears joined the stream of hot water trying to soothe the sore back but, more so, the aching heart. The bittersweet of these days mingles in ways that clam up the mind to put in words.

The bitter is that the reality of crates being packed to cross the ocean is very real and that there will be a last time, and maybe has been, that a certain little baker has been able to pull out her apron from the packed pile of things for one more baking date.

The sweet is that, as our kids are waiting for their visas from Indonesia, we've had bonus time we did not expect. It may be short, it may be long. We do not know.

Easter Sunday sunshine and showers depict these feelings in my heart . . .

  the simple joy of watching cousins let loose in the back yard . . .

 . . . blowing  bubbles

twirling in the perfect twirl dress . . .

or learning to use a new mitt.

It's a time to hold on but hold loose
the reality of the moments here and the moments not

After our dinner . . . and throughout the afternoon . . . the going outside and the coming inside and outside again . . . Paska was there to be eaten whenever anyone wanted and then some was sent home to be sure they got enough.

It's a time of Paska, chocolate, happy kids and Grammy's unbidden sighs . . .
caught between holding tight and holding loose,
because of love.