In our Easter garden this day, all is dark, just as the world was on that Friday so many years ago. The tomb is now inhabited and a stone covers it's entry. Silence.
Sweet 2-year-old voice plays in my head. Big blue eyes that see with such depth and express thought in that perfect way that only a toddler can.
"Look, mommy, he's a hero!"
Yes, baby, he is THE hero.
We wait in anticipation, for death does not have the victory today.
