This weekend is extra-special. We've been reminded over the past month or so about the promises and the sacrifices, but on Sunday morning we'll be able to breathe another sigh of relief. Life is beginning once again.
We can see it the minute we look outside. In fact, I'm usually a little surprised when I step out of my house in the morning. It looks like a warm summer day from the window. And, while it's beautiful and quite warm for our part of the country this time of year, it may be a bit much for my sandals and sundresses.
Spring is the season of life. It's incredibly cliche, with all of the fuzzy little yellow chicks popping out of colored eggs, and all of the flowers peeking out again to see if it's about that time (it's not yet. Just a little longer).
For those of us who are religious, this weekend holds a special meaning. But even for those of us who are not, it's still a weekend we should remember. Even past the smiling bunny and the fake green plastic grass, we have a moment to look around and see the real-live green that's starting to show on the trees and in the grass. We've made it through yet another winter, and we're looking forward to the rest of the bright year ahead.