“Whatever is good and perfect comes to us from the Heavenly Father.” ~ James 1:17
The morning light slipped gently
through the curtains, painting soft patterns across the nursery walls. It was
Lily’s first Easter, though she didn’t know it. At six months old, the world
still blurred of colors, sounds, and warm bottles that always seemed to arrive
just when she needed them.
Her mother lifted her from the crib with a quiet laugh. “Happy
first Easter, little Angel,” Marie whispered, pressing a kiss to Lily’s
soft hair. The sweet infant responded with a warm smile, her tiny hands
reaching for the sunlight dancing on the ceiling.
Downstairs, the house hummed with excitement. After her
morning bottle and a fresh diaper, Lily sat in her play area. A woven basket
was placed before her, filled with two indestructible Easter books and a soft
plush bunny with floppy ears.
Her tiny fingers brushed against the books, pulling the
bunny close. She grabbed it clumsily, gumming its floppy ear with delight. Her
parents laughed quietly, watching every expression.
“Well,” Marie chuckled, “that’s a 5-star review.”
Daniel, her Dad, had tucked a
handful of colorful plastic eggs around the room—beside the couch cushion, near
the leg of the coffee table, and within reach on a soft blanket spread across
the rug.
“Ready for your first Easter hunt?” Daniel urged, lowering
himself to the floor with her.
“Well, look at that,” Marie whispered, placing it
gently into her hands. Lily turned it over, studying it with deep concentration
before bringing it, of course, to her mouth.
They moved slowly from one egg to another, not so much
searching as discovering—each one a small moment, each reaction worth more than
anything hidden inside.
They took way too many pictures—capturing Lily’s curious gaze, her drooling smile, and the way she seemed equally fascinated by the multi-colored
eggs.
Later, the house grew quiet again, filled with the lingering
scent of spring. Lily rested against Marie’s chest, her tiny body rising and
falling in sleepy rhythm. The basket sat nearly-forgotten on the table, the
eggs scattered, the decorations already beginning to feel like part of
yesterday.
“Lily won’t remember any of this,” Daniel offered
softly.
“No,” Marie replied, brushing a hand over Lily’s
back, “but we certainly will.”
Lily stirred slightly, her fingers curling as if holding
onto something unseen. Perhaps it was nothing more than a dream. Or perhaps, in
her own quiet way, she was holding onto the feeling—the warmth, the laughter,
the love that filled her very first Easter.
Heavenly Father, Thank You for the joy of new life and
first moments. Bless all the children with love, laughter, and hearts that long
to know You. May each day be filled with wonder, and may Your light guide every
step. Amen
