I never ceased to be amazed - thrilled - by the unabashed joy and wonder the magic of a holiday brings out in my boys. Our Easter bunny delivers baskets and hides eggs while we sleep, and each and every egg found brings forth a squeal of delight. I know I won't ever forget these times.
One thing I can always count on is soul-filling music at church on Easter. The sound of the trumpet still lingers in my ear.
However you spent the day, I hope your week starts with a sense of possibility.