There were no chocolate bunnies, or rabbits or fancy eggs. There are no sparkly grasses in baskets or special performance. It was a pretty raw Easter. Just accapella voices and simple conversations about what Easter is. Not much hype. A cultural lesson in class. I got a few text messages, "Happy Easter Day Miss Mikayla!". I called my parents. There was not much of the earthquaking, tomb raising, curtain ripping events this year. But, they were remembered. They were remembered and with them is the hope and promise of new life. New life for our weak lives now, and for after our fragile lives on earth. This year we have seeds and the mystery that comes with things that are invisible, but growing.