Bub got a red fish, and Teebs a blue fish, and in true Bub fashion he named them Red Fish and Blue Fish.
I had wondered for days what Bub was going to name these new pets, and when he declared with such strong confidence "Red Fish, and Blue Fish" I couldn't do anything but nod. Yes, Bub, you are right. They are Red Fish and Blue Fish. So we feed them once in the morning and once before bedtime, and Red Fish and Blue Fish are very, very happy.
And in a word, Easter was happy.
Easter Morning was relaxed and we colored eggs in pajamas with messy, tangled hair.
And this was the first year that Bub got it. We were coloring eggs, we were celebrating Easter, and he got it.
And when my babies get celebration, my heart seeps through the pores in my soul---melted and happy. I was melted and happy.
Bub analyzed his color options---
And Teebs rested his chunky hands, waiting and watching, Learning.
Teebs was waiting, and watching and learning.
These beautiful traditions, I couldn't love them anymore if I tried. The best part, (the most trying part), but still the best part, is the mess afterwards.
The destruction of my dining room table, the colorful dying of chubby fingers, the wails of babies who don't know what to do with the mess on their palms, they are all the signs of life. The signs that we are celebrating, making something, making memories.
And this Easter, I now know that no celebration is complete without a baby eating a fistful of dirt during an Easter egg hunt and getting hosed off in the front lawn.
These are the celebrations I live for. The messes. The dirt. The colors. The egg dye. The messes.
This. is. the. life.
This is what I want my boys to remember. Colors and laughter and celebration. And Easter, 2012. This is what I want for my boys.
Happy Easter, and Happy Celebrating.
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