As much as I would prefer to just sleep the day away when it comes to March 27th, this year I had my favorite 6 year old in my bed by 6:30 begging to see what the Easter Bunny brought. And...because His tomb is empty, I know that my daughter's is also. So...we rejoice through the tears...and practice what we preach. Hope. Joy. And peace that is far beyond any understanding. A lazy morning and then a family picnic at the land complete with Grandaddy's Infamous Egg Hunt...perfection!