Sunrise Service

It seems as though I don't remember how to celebrate Easter not in Hawaii. I can't remember the last time I did. Tomorrow while I am at church I am going to pretend that it is still very early in the a.m. and I am sitting on the beach watching the sun rise while Karly reads me the Easter story from the good book. Just like she does every Easter. And after church I am going to imagine eating scones with honey and syrup and peanut butter and the works. You know... Just like we used to. And I am going to miss Ashley and Jessica and Carrie and Karly so much. And I will miss our little house on Joseph St. and I will miss The Masterpiece. And I will think about how last year Carrie and I skipped out early on the great Easter Choir Concert so that we could have a Fleetwood Mac concert in our living room. And I will think about how everyone ended up singing into a lamp post as if it were a real microphone on a real stage. And I will laugh when I remember that we sang so loud, and so long that Bishop Allred came seriously unglued. And I will think about how not very long after that I realized what a great idea it was the give everyone an ultra sound with a Fizz bottle and some aloe vera. Oh guys, I am starting to think that leaving was the worst decision I ever made.