Friends dropped by this afternoon and surprised us with roses to wish us a happy Easter. Made me wish all the more that I’d remembered in my quick note last night to wish one for all of you who celebrate, and I hope all who do–and who don’t–had a wonderful day today.

There was a walk around the church tonight with each of us holding a mini light. There were readings at intervals along our Road to Emmaus and a gathering together on chairs set out on the lawn for the final triumphant reading of our risen Lord.

There were more people than chairs, though, and I saw a couple I didn’t recognize standing a little behind us so I motioned them to come sit by us where there was room.

Turns out they’re in the middle of moving here and are house hunting.

When she said where they were moving from, I asked if they knew Grant and Colleen?

Absolutely! Love them!

He’s my cousin.

She couldn’t wait to tell him she’d met us. And then she told us her husband was the brother of…

Camille?! I love her!

So now I get to hope they find something right around here where they have instant friends.

The ones who dropped the roses by?

The husband said tonight, I didn’t know you lived there! We almost bought the house next door to you when we moved out here.

I said to Richard on the way home, and he thoroughly agreed, That would have been so cool. But then we would never have met the family that did.