Yesterday he cried because he fell asleep before his Bible story CD was finished. "I wanted to get to Easter!" He'd listened patiently through creation, the flood, Joseph, Moses, Daniel, and Jonah. Just about the time that 12-year-old Jesus was left at the Temple, my guy fell sound asleep. So he missed Easter.
Today he carried one little palm branch around the sanctuary as the choir and congregation sang Hosannas. It was noisy, a little confusing, and he needed to follow the big girl who carried the cross. But he got to be part of the story--waving his palm branch for Jesus.
Plenty to do this week: Easter parties, egg hunts, chocolate bunnies, baskets, even a birthday celebration. Through it all we'll try to stay awake for the big moment, so we don't miss what we've been waiting for. We'll not miss Easter.