Easter is upon us. I love how the promise of new beginnings and the sense of the world renewing fills my spirit with hope. To me, Easter is much more the beginning of a new year than January first will ever be.
Maybe it is because the day Abigail was born just happened to be Easter that year. Our little Easter bunny we called her. She bounced into our lives and made our family something entirely new. She has often been the catalyst for good and healthy changes, as parents and as people.
She will be turning two in a few days. I’m a little wistful that it will mark the end of her babyhood, but it feels right. Next week we will celebrate that new beginning as she becomes an official toddler. It’s time.
Looking back over the two years we’ve shared I can see that it hasn’t always been easy. I’ve had some desert moments, maybe some would refer to them as tests of your resolve. But those days have not been without a beautiful oasis filled with sparkling moments, Abigail.
She is a wonderous soul, loving and inquisitive.
She is focused and determined.
She is a mighty force to be reckoned whose twinkly laughter falls around us like stardust.
She is the greatest joy of our life.
And for that, I give thanks to God.
For sharing her with us, giving us the opportunity to experience hope, promises, and love in a brand new way.