On Easter Sunday, my children were actually easy to get ready. Talk about an Easter miracle! They put on the clothes I laid out, didn’t complain when they had to wear a belt or church shoes, and even brushed their teeth and hair with minimal complaints. “This is going great!” I thought to myself, as I headed back to my bedroom to get myself ready for church. Standing in the middle of my bedroom was Chris. He was wearing beautiful gray slacks, nice dress shoes, and a white oxford shirt with...
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