Of course you did. (You've been to Walmart, right?)
Let me ask you a serious question: How many Cadbury mini-eggs have you already eaten? Wait, don't answer that. Nobody. Answer. That.
In some circles, Easter is pretty controversial. (And no, not because of the sugar.)
It's controversial partly because we can teach kids to stare at the pretend of Easter, but lose sight of the Truth. And that's valid -- it's awfully hard to find balance as parents. Thankfully, God made kids resilient.
But I have a different idea from my own life: I think adults (who don't have the good fortune to get baskets of chocolate bunnies) lose sight of the Truth, too. In our Easter dresses and Easter hats, Easter egg hunts and Easter pageants, Easter sunrise services and Easter songs, it's easy to get
Just plain worn thin.
Oh, and did I forget to add -- forgetful?
I'm already feeling it around here. I'm stowing away candy (for the baskets, silly!), shopping for shoes to match Royal Princess's dress, and praying I'll find pants to fit Little Man's long, long self.
I'm getting distracted by the presentation of Easter, and forgetting all about the Power of this Day of days. The day His followers didn't realize they'd been waiting for; the day we over-prepare for, yet somehow manage to under-experience.
Am I all alone in that? Maybe.
So I'm daring myself to stop. Stop running around like a headless chicken (eww, do they really do that?), stop preparing for a perfection that won't come anyway, stop forgetting to remember the whole point. Stop, and then go -- slower this time.
I'm daring myself to downshift a couple gears, to teach my kids by example that Easter isn't about presentation; it's about Resurrection.
Oh, and by the way. . .
I triple-dog-dare you.