Easter

Easter.

For awhile there, especially after first admitted to the hospital, I wondered if I’d be here right now. I wondered, further, if I wanted to be here.

I was tired. I was sick. I thought maybe I was done.

Then.

Every time Joe came into the room.

I knew I wasn’t finished.

Every time Marissa and the girls came to visit.

I knew I wasn’t finished.

Every time my mind wandered to the work I’ve yet to do.

I knew I wasn’t finished.

But.

It’s easy to give up.

Easy.

Or so I thought.

But I discovered that I am firmly tethered to the ground.

Firmly attached to the life I’m living.

Firmly connected through the past to the present and future.

Yesterday I had a normal day. I went to the gym. I went to the movies. I came home and helped prepare dinner. Just an ordinary day.

A week ago I would not have had the energy to do that.

But I had a normal day.

And I’m grateful.

So today, Joe and I are heading down to the city to go to church. Our church. We are both feeling thankful. We are both feeling hopeful.

We are both feeling Easter.

And for those of you who celebrate this feast, I wish that same feeling for you and your families however they are constructed.