The Miracle of Easter....

We all know what the true meaning of Easter is. Sometimes the little kids get so into the eggs, candy and Easter bunnies that it is hard to even remember what the day is really all about. I spent a little bit of time yesterday reminding Danielle again about what this day means, and how much of a miracle it was that Jesus died for us and rose to heaven for US. So, I don't want to minimize that AT ALL by telling you about my own personal Easter day miracle, but I MUST tell you about it.

All of you that know my family know that my parents divorced like, over five years ago. Probably closer to seven. I don't know anymore. Anyway, every year since then the holidays have been disastrous. Tears, anger and resentment were now a part of every single holiday we had. It was awful. It was expected. It was normal. But this Easter, a true miracle happened. And I really mean a miracle.

My mother invited my dad's parents, my grandparent's, over for dinner to her house this Easter. They came!!!! She also called my dad, and extended the invitation, but he had already made other plans. But the point of it all was.......she finally was able to do it. She was finally able to sit at the same table with "his" family and not tear up. She was finally able to realize that just because her and my dad are no longer together, it doesn't mean she still isn't a part of "his" families life. Because all along we have been telling her that she is still their family, whether by paper or not. And deep down she knew that, it was just to hard for her to be a part of it. Until yesterday.

So, Thank you mom. Thank you for making my dream of being together as a family come true. Thank you for doing what I knew you could do for years now. Thank you for thinking of us on this miracle of a day. Thank you for being so strong. This was an Easter we will all remember for years to come. I love you.