In the house, Miriam was singing. Look at the neat job I did on the Easter coloring contest. I give up. A dumb bunny gets it. My kids get it.
Some flower bulbs buried in the dirt get it.
It's the message of this season, and especially of this day. Emerging from darkness into light. A brighter, hope-filled outlook. The promise of new life. Finally, even a klutzy curmudgeon like me gets it.