Olivia and I are super excited to dress up for Easter. First, because it's fun to be girly. Second, because I miss being in church. I've only made it to ONE service since she's been born. *Gulp* It's ridiculously hard to get all of us dressed and out the door on time. And then, the one time we did make it, she cried the whole time. And yes, we have a cry room, but every time I go in there, all the other babies are being good. It makes me laugh that I'm embarrassed to take my crying baby into the cry room. Clearly, I have issues.
But this Sunday, we're gonna give it another shot. I'll have all her gear packed and ready to go at the door. Maybe even loaded into the car, if I'm on top of my game. Pacifier? Yep. Extra diapers? Tons. This Sunday: we're gonna make it. I can just feel it.
And I'm excited. Like, really really excited. I miss being in church. I miss that "filled up" feeling I get when the message goes right to my heart. I feel like a newcomer again, because it's been so long. And as I look at Olivia, I get even more excited for the day when I can talk to her about God and His amazing love and the day she starts to ask "Why, Mama?" It almost makes me tear up when I think about it. This is going to be a good weekend.