We had a really nice Easther at the Knucker Hatch houth. Grandma and Grandpa Knucker Hatch were in town for Masters week and all of us had the joy of sharing their sweet company over the last few days.
Because his parents own 25+ acres of their own in Colorado, and have a very successful alpaca business, Mr. Incredible and I were two sponges trying to soak up all advice farm and land management related from the two as we walked the land. I'm starting to realize just how much owning land, is a guy thing. Tom Builder has been having more fun than he'd probably like to admit scanning the classifieds for tractors, and commercial grade mowers...and then of course there is the necessary Bobcat. Big boy toys.
Besides being an alpaca breeder, Grandpa Knucker Hatch is also a chemist, which made him a helpful side kick as the two men tried to navigate their way through clarifying the rectangular green bog we inherited with the property. It is perfectly reasonable to believe that the smaller cousin to the Lochness Monster lives at the bottom of that pool. But it is my hope that when we can finally see beyond the first step of the pool, we will find no sea monsters.
It took two days for me to work up the nerve to complete our egg coloring this year. On the first day, the children were chomping at the bit to put the tablets of coloring in each of the cups. So, I gave them each three tablets to place in three cups. Grace took her tablets and dropped them in each cup. But Jack. My little Jack. What would I do without Sir Bugga-lot to keep things interesting? Jack (before you can say "Jack Rabbit") dropped all three colors (yellow, blue, and green) into one cup, which turned into a frenzy of fizzing blackness. I managed to rescue one tablet, but the green and yellow were their own chartreuse color this year. I won't go into how many unboiled eggs were broken between the coloring and the glittering mess on day two. But the important thing is that the kids had fun (in between feelings of failure).
The Easter bunny arrived after church, when the children were not looking and busying themselves around the house. He mysteriously began dropping bits of candy here and there inside of the house. And when the kids didn't notice, a doorbell ditch at the door of funny teeth, a bit of candy, and spaghetti balls (don't ask) in a basket, prompted a whoop-dee-doo to get the ball finally rolling. The bunny, in all her swiftness to get away, left a trail of blood from a thorn that found its way into the soft flesh of her bare feet. But the bunny digresses. And so the hunt was on...
And when it was over, a satisfaction was in the air. You see, there was a bit of worry this year, over a little something Mom had said. The children had let on, that they were pretty sure the Easter bunny was Mom. But Mom had said, in so many words, that when the Easter Bunny no longer is believed in, she quits his delivery service. So, when she didn't show up in the morning, and she didn't leave treasures hiding in the house directly after church, the children began to wonder what they had gotten themselves into. Grace especially began to show traces of concern.
But the bunny delivered. She was spotted for a split second by Grace at the door, who diplomatically mentioned that she had hair about the color of Mommy's. And it was a person who left the baskets. Ehem.
But in this Easter season, we are reminded, that Christ delivered despite our unbelief. That He has given us an eternal gift that sits on The Table of Resurrection. A gift that required the blood of Christ to purchase, but who's only requirement is to simply be accepted and received. Glory!
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