Once upon a time, Easter wasn’t that big of a deal.
I remember getting goodies from the Easter bunny and going to grandparents’ houses. I remember getting an extra day off from school. I remember knowing very vaguely that the holiday had something to do with Jesus.
But for the most part? Easter was no different than any other secondary holiday, like St. Patrick’s Day or Columbus Day.
Then I became a Christian. I got involved in a church. I went into ministry. And it changed. It meant something!
But I didn’t know the half of Easter until I married a pastor.
This is now the BEST holiday of the year. All conversations point to Jesus, and we’re able to connect with our community in a meaningful way through all the things our church does.
It’s also the most exhausting holiday of the year. The activities and special services themselves, along with the preparation Wes has to do for them, would make him busy enough, but the added magnitude and responsibility of sharing the words of Christ and His purpose for the world during this season leave him thinking and praying about it all the time, even in those few moments of rest he gets during the weekend. To say that he doesn’t sleep well on most Saturday nights is an understatement, and the truth is that he doesn’t sleep at all the night before Easter.
The girls and I are with him through it all, pitching in where we can, meeting people with him, bringing him what he needs, and offering helpful encouragement. (Like Emma, after the Good Friday service this year, “Well, that was the saddest sermon EVER, Papi.”) We’re Team Faulk on Easter weekend, and by Easter afternoon, we’re Team Worn Out.
“Hey,” I told Wes this morning, poking him awake from the sleep of the dead. “We survived Easter.”
“Ermmmphhh,” he responded. Which, you know, is pretty much how we all feel.
As soon as I got the girls off to school (which was all kinds of unpleasant as neither of them felt like they got a break at all this weekend, which they didn’t), I picked up breakfast and came home to Wes, where we toasted another great year… and got right back into normal life, already looking towards next Sunday.
I’m trying my best to get back to normal life around here as well. I feel like it’s been a long while since I’ve blogged anything significant at all, given the schedules we’re keeping around here these days. Some things I haven’t mentioned but probably will when I can get back to blogging…
We’re a little over a month away from the Ironman, which is a whole blog post in and of itself. Because I’m doing that stupid running challenge (see how I’m feeling about it today?), Wes and I both spend all of our free time either working out or talking about how sore we are. And poor Wes only gets a moment of that before he’s back at it because the distances he has to cover here towards the end are insane. (And they make him so hungry that he eats EVERYTHING. I’m getting my fridge and freezer cleaned out on a weekly basis. I wouldn’t be surprised to find that he’s even eaten the baking soda I keep in there, y’all.)
We’ve gotten some answers from all the testing Emma went through for dyslexia. We’ve also gotten some good feedback regarding the medication she’s on for her ADD. And it’s all left us making some conclusions about the immediate future and what would be best for her. She’s also been asking some good questions about what it means to live for Jesus, and the answers she gives to the questions we ask are even greater. We love her so much and can see God working in her heart, even as we struggle sometimes to know how to best help her through school, faith, and all that’s going on with her. Through all of this, she’s been so joyful. She’s so happy, all the time, about everything. So much so that Wes says she can’t possibly be our child. (Ha! But seriously.) He went so far once as to joke that there might have been some infidelity on my part with a mailman, but I reminded him that Emma was conceived in Okinawa, where our mailman was a very tiny elderly man named Mr. Miyagi. She’s not short or Japanese either one, so the odds are very good that Wes has some recessive, exuberantly joyful genes somewhere in him.
Meanwhile, Ana has morphed into a preteen. Fun. This is all kinds of scary for Wes, who has never been a hormonal girl on the edge and can’t fathom WHY the child has random crying episodes, a sassy attitude, and angst, so much angst, already. But I’ve totally been there, done that and am prepared to face that crazy head-on, even if it’s happening a whole lot earlier than I thought it would. She was put on a team of older students from her school to compete in a reading/quiz competition for the district, which was a real thrill for her, and she’s moved up another level on her Spanish assessments at school. She’s only one step away from the program’s definition of fluency, even though she swears she doesn’t know Spanish. Her perception is off because her classmates all speak Spanish at home, and she lives with boring white folk. (Which contributes to her angst, probably.)
We’re planning an epic road trip this summer, the likes of which Wes and I may not survive. We let the girls make decisions for this one, and they’ve got us following a not-so-linear path through several big stops. I’m really excited about it and can’t wait to share details later…
And on the book front, Happily Ever After is now available on Amazon! I can honestly say that this one is one of my favorites, and I really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you were one of the ones who caught it early last Friday and have already finished it (I know some of you did!), I would love a review on Amazon so that other readers will be encouraged to jump in as well. Thank you so much… and happy reading!
More blogs to come soon hopefully…