Good Friday has always carried a weight to it, but this year, it looked a little different inside our home.
THE LIGHT: we just love Ollie. He’s always so content in his little world…carefully saving the dark seeds and placing them on top of his “table.” We call them his brownies.
It’s his funny little quirk.
THE DARK: Coopy…well, Coopy felt something we couldn’t. We found him hiding in the dark in the bathroom, shaking. Some sound we couldn’t hear…something his little body could.
We just loved him through it.
AND TOT’S LIGHT would shine: She was deep in creation.
Cardboard, markers, clay, and cans….all over; Her version of beauty…a kind of “organized clutter” which she thrives on. (I’m kind of the opposite!)
She is now saving cans for her room decor.
(I guess this is how you justify all the bubble water…One soda a day, though…we’re holding that line.)
I don’t mind the chaos when it’s fueled by imagination. (only that she cleans it up so I don’t go completely bonkers with my OCD)
But the mess wasn’t about today. It was our home…holding a bit of everything. Joy, creativity, fear, stillness.
And isn’t that what Good Friday is?
A day that holds darkness but also knowing the end of the story. The chaos in the. midst of knowing; in the midst of hope…..Because Sunday is coming.