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April 20
Dear Scott,
Happy Easter. Or maybe I should say happy Resurrection Day! I started out this morning really discouraged since I’d been looking forward to your visit so much, but I’m convinced God knows what he’s doing. I wanted to give you an update on Kitty too. Her fever’s a little elevated, but after Mom called Dr. Bell and talked to her on the phone, she said that we don’t have to take her in yet. Just a lot of extra fluids. Mom’s got a timer running. Every ten minutes one of us goes in and measures out 3 CCs of water. That’s all. And we do our best to squirt it into the back of her mouth so it can go down by itself and she doesn’t have to work too hard swallowing it.
We missed church today, so we had our own Easter worship service right there in Kitty’s room. It was actually bittersweet. I have the greatest family in the world, Mom’s found the man of her dreams (after Dad, of course), but I couldn’t be perfectly happy because this was the weekend you and I were supposed to finally meet. I know that God must have good plans for this, but it’s hard.
Instead of whining, though, I want to tell you about one of our favorite Easter traditions. Mom started it back when we were little girls, and I’m sure we’ll be doing it still when she’s eighty years old! So what we do is Mom gets those little plastic eggs from the store, but instead of hiding candy inside, she writes out either the name of a song or a Bible reference. It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s really elaborate. I think I counted last year and it’s something like thirty eggs total. By the time you open them all and either read the passage or sing the hymn, you’ve gone through the entire Easter story from Palm Sunday to the Ascension. It’s really neat.
One of the best parts (besides the singing, which is my favorite), is hiding the eggs for Kitty. She’s hilarious. We put them all over the house and then one of us (this year it was Derek, who Kitty just adores) pushes her in her wheelchair. When she spots one, she’ll let us know, and that’s how we do our Easter egg hunt. It’s harder than it sounds, though, because it’s over two dozen eggs and you have to hide them all at Kitty’s eye level. So unless you want to put everything on a table, it takes a lot of creativity coming up with good spots.
Derek got us all really bad with one that he hid. You know where he put it? He had a blue egg, and he hid it on the kitchen counter ... inside our carton of farm-fresh eggs from Safe Anchorage (that goat farm I was telling you about with the neat gift shop where I got that stationary for those letters I’ve sent you). Anyway, at the farm they’ve got regular hens who lay regular brown eggs, but they’ve also got this special kind of chicken they call Easter eggers who lay blue eggs! So when Derek hid one in there, it took us all forever to find it. We finally had to give up. You should have heard Kitty laugh when she saw where he’d put it.
Speaking of Kitty, even though Dr. Bell didn’t seem too worried, please keep her in your prayers. I know we’ll talk tonight when you call, and I’m sure you’ll remember to pray for her then (I love our prayer times together, by the way!) but Mom’s really worried, and I know we could all use a little extra encouragement today from the Lord.
I hope it was a good day for you too. I miss you, which is kind of goofy to say, but it’s true. I wish you were here. You would adore Kitty. She’s so amazing. I can’t wait until you finally get to meet her.
Yours,
Susannah