How do you say Vanilla Wafers?

We had a lovely Easter. Of course, church service was great. The music, the people, the message. Of course, it was all about Christ rising, but, got to my heart.

We visited with our good friends from church, Doug & Jackie. Doug is coming this week to build a ramp for husband so he can use his scooter chair to get out of the house. I certainly can't lift that thing to get it out. Husband is looking forward to moving about on his own.

Husband fought me just as we were leaving for church. Said he saw no reason why he should have to use a wheelchair just to go to church. I ignored him, helped him in the car and off we went. Once I got him settled in the push wheelchair, he made a joke about me being his driver. I then said that yes, I was his driver and he better behave or else I would dump him off somewhere. We had a good laugh. And that was the end of the argument on why he should or should not be in a wheelchair.

During service, he grabbed a hold of my hand and just held it. Touching moment. When we stood for singing, I told him he did not need to stand. He got up anyway. Stood for about 10 seconds, then sat back down. I looked at him, he looked at me, then hung his head. I put my arm around him as he sat and I stood.

Dinner was delicious. I made lemon bars for the first time. Everyone loved them. I took my dear old friend, Jane, Easter dinner. She appreciated that.

The weather was beautiful. Doors and windows open, all day long.

I can honestly say it was a rather nice day, yesterday. No sudden mass confusion, no falling, no sleeping all day, no yelling out to no one. The only thing that if I wanted to put a damper on our day, was, husband could not pronounce Vanilla Wafers. That's it.

These days don't happen often. In fact, just the opposite. So, with yesterday gone, I have the memories of Easter Sunday 2012. I shall mark this day as Good.

Thank you, ever faithful Lord & Savior.