The day was warm as we drove to Grandma’s. We wore short sleeve shirts (most of us), rolled the windows down, and talked of summer.
With all five home all week and only one outing on the calendar (we did make it to the zoo!), sometimes the walls seemed to creep in and I felt slightly claustrophobic. The constant activity and endless messes were part of having everyone together for hours and hours. (A taste of what summer will be like.) So to get outside, where the grass stretched long and the spaces were wide, eased everyone into a good mood.
Second clue? Something made of wood to represent the cross. Eliza found my Dad’s woodpile and all the kids pulled out kindling, tried to imagine Jesus carrying a piece of wood the length of a tree as he trudged through Jerusalem’s crowded streets. Then I told them of the nails, the suffering, the heartlessness of it all. Even now, I have trouble watching movies that depict the crucifixion. It’s hard to fathom something so inhumane, so cruel.