I enjoy the Easter morning tradition because it is the only day that I drag my ass out of bed in the dark to set out and watch the sunrise. I enjoy it because there is music and singing before 6:00am. I enjoy it for the joy and hope that is in the readings we hear. I love the look on my father-in-law's face, when his family and loved ones are half asleep in the dawn-light and he can retell the story of the resurrection, just like he has done every year since my husband was a wee boy. I enjoy the bagels & lox we scarf down after the hike.
I've had a busy spring already so its a little late, but here is a glimpse of our Easter morning.
|Something magic in the first light of day|
|After an all-nighter, the song-bird still smiles|
|Jack was up anyway|
|Welcome home, birds :)|
|Good Morning Harry!|
|a long walk down... the novelty wore off|