Whenever I hear the traditional Greek greeting on Easter morn, “Christos Anesti! (He is risen!)”, I always think of John Corbett in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. His fiancée is teaching him how to properly greet his soon-to-be in-laws. He manages as best he can before she smiles that sweet “I love you just the way you are” smile and assures him he’s gotten it right. Sometimes I’m pretty sure that’s what God does with me.
Still, I’ve always loved those joyous, triumphant words declared from the front of a sanctuary.
He is risen!
He is risen, indeed!
Having spent our last three Easters in Lubbock, TX with Jason’s sister’s family, we had to come up with our own plan this year. We visited a new church (which I cannot even go into because it was such a disappointing service. Terribly egocentric on the part of the teaching pastor. Very little mention of Christ’s resurrection. We didn’t even sing “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today"”. Hmmm. I got into it. Imagine that.) and then hit one of the coolest eateries on the Northshore part of downtown Chattanooga, Good Dog. Seriously, I think a Carolina Chili/Slaw Dog might need to become part of my Easter traditions.
Is there anything more soothing on a sunny, breezy Sunday afternoon than The Masters Tournament on TV? I think not. It was the soundtrack to our afternoon and early evening, then it was on to the local dog park with Knox.
You think he was happy?
He even found himself a little girlfriend. He’s such a playah.
The other golden dog in this pic ran full force into a water hydrant while they were playing. I am not even kidding. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. He eventually shook it off and gave Knox a good run for his money.
They eventually made up and enjoyed some synchronized running.
After we let Knox run around enough to ensure that he wouldn’t spend the evening mournfully staring at us in a plea to go outside, we headed home to make good use of the Paas Easter Egg Dying Kit that I managed to wrestle out of a woman’s hands yesterday at Wally World.
I jest. Maybe. It was a free-for-all in there. Note to self: purchase Easter supplies more than twenty-four hours before Easter next year.
As soon as I dropped those little tablets into the vinegar I was eight years old and back at the bar in my grandparent’s house with all my cousins.
Only now, I’m way neater and I have a much cuter apron. I’ve decided sassy vintage aprons need to become party of my homemaking wardrobe. Courtney Jane inspired me, she’s good like that.
And so, with our team eggs properly completed, I think I can call this Easter good. Different, not what I might have expected (in both disappointing and wonderfully exhilarating ways), but still full of the joy and hope that were promised when Christ rose from the grave.