it’s a funny thing how egg-dying draws out one’s personality.
em was a machine of precision, careful about angles and elapsed time in each colored bath. (he was also keen to know when, exactly, we would wrap up the decorating and get on to the consuming phase of this egg project.)
elle was sweet zaniness, writing ‘egg’ on her egg in wax crayon and generally cracking herself up.
zee’s eggs were prettiest, his penchant for color and double-dipping resulting in the brightest shells, one of which was all sherbety swirl (not pictured, my bad).
and bee was a heap of caution and patience, quietly waiting for his siblings to take their turns with the crayon and the wire dipper before launching work on his own eggs.
they’re each one distinct but such a wonder, these smallish folk, and i can only spin the faintest threads of imagining what next year’s egg-dying might look like with five.
something tells me we’ve got some downright crazy times ahead. :)
counting to a thousand with the gratitude community:
125. a tomato-red rice cooker bubbling over in the morning’s background 126. a worship pastor head over heels for Jesus 127. brothers who play hallway-mini-dodge-ball while the sky’s a torrent of wet 128. elle, who fashions egg hunts for the rest of us 129. 1 corinthians 15.55 130. the electric green of spring 131. teachers whose words are tempered with patience 132. the joy of right now, tomorrow, all of forever with Him