Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and on the third day rise.
One of the strange pleasures of the Blessed is the Great Apostolic Forehead Slap. The pure delight of realizing that Joy was staring you in the face the whole time (especially when things looked blackest) and you didn't see it–till now. The Resurrection was the great surprise in broad daylight. It wasn't as though everything–from the flowers in spring to the butterfly to the prophets to Jesus himself–hadn't hinted, suggested, foreshadowed, portrayed, sung, and outright promised it in plain speech. But with a race as silly/clever as ours, the thing was still cloaked in impenetrable darkness. The apostles themselves were blindsided by it, not because Jesus hadn't said anything, but because they (like we) were fallen men who couldn't bring themselves to hope for so grand a joy. But Joy is at the heart of things nonetheless, and Easter is the proof of it. May God grant you and yours Easter Joy!