Eggs were dyed, hunted, and turned into frittatas.
Candy was hidden, found, and eaten in scores.
And in a few short hours food will be roasted, sauteed, and devoured.
And imbedded into each and every moment, there was joy.
A joy that comes from the soul.
A joy that we get to experience because He is risen.
My savior is risen.
He is risen indeed.