We missed church on Easter! Jackson had a super weird night last night and when my alarm went off at 6 a.m. to get ready for sunrise service I didn’t dare wake my sleeping Little Man. We were up every 30 minutes to an hour with him. I was totally bummed that we missed church, yet I know that Jesus is in my heart and it didn’t matter where I was. I could celebrate this day! He is alive! He has risen! In Him we have HOPE!
Besides, on Good Friday, Jackson and I had church in our kitchen. We listened to a CD of old hymns and read the Easter story from his children’s Bible. Oh, how I love old hymns. They remind me of my great-grandmother. I want to make sure Jackson learns them. We don’t sing them often at the church we attend, but I can remember the words from my childhood. My great-grandmother never forgot them, even when she got Alzheimer’s.
Here’s a few photos from Jackson’s First Easter: