How does it feel?...

Easter didn't really feel like Easter - there was no new Easter dress, no Easter baskets, no chocolate bunnies (or any other chocolate), no ham dinner, no Egg Hunt. For the most part, it just felt like a normal Sunday except Ron's son, Aaron, was baptized. Something he's been trying to accomplish for about a year. In the Baptist church, (or at least at Immanuel Baptist) you have to sign up for the Sunday you're going to be baptized. You don't just walk down the aisle and get baptized like at the Church of Christ. We had to be at the church early so Aaron could change (they do the baptisms first thing). While Ron was with Aaron, Matthew and I were standing in the foyer waiting to go inside and he asked me, "How does it feel to be old?" I asked, "Why are you asking me?" (sure, go ahead and smile...) But, then I realized that to an almost 11-year-old, 54 would be old... but I answered, "I don't know. I don't really feel old. I suppose you get tired easier, you can't do things you used to be able to do, you can't remember stuff... " come to think of it, maybe I am old! Anyway, it was quite a 'moment.' Reminds of the questions my grandson, Trevor, asks! Anyway, witnessing a baptism and seeing Aaron raised to new life was the perfect way to celebrate Resurrection Day! God bless you, Aaron.