Here's our Easter (and Easter-lead-up) in pictures.
...and just a few words.
We tried the Martha Steward thread egg idea this year:
...and the leaf imprint one:
...and the really-super-old-egg-dye-you-found-in-a-closet-and-dusted-off that makes the eggs come out like that pink one below:
...gotta do a few rubber band ones too:
On Easter morning we got up at the crack of dawn to follow those strings the Easter Bunny left. I wish I had pictures of the downstairs and all over outside...these kids went on some serious hunts this year over and under everything you can imagine following those strings.
Practically the minute the kids found those baskets Grace and I had to rush off to sing in the choir.
Yes, I'm serious about that choir part. We have decided to sing in the choir and what a better time to make that happen than on Easter. Not much makes me feel the love of my Heavenly Father more than music.
The only problem was that we had to be at church at 7:30 am to practice before church started at 8:00. That is no way to start an Easter Sunday I tell you.
Except for the singing part. That part's a good way to start the day...just not the wake-up-and-rush-to-find-Easter-baskets-at-the-crack-of-dawn part.
We had to wait to take real pictures and have the egg hunt until after church.(That's how the mom looks after she has stayed up all night to help the Easter Bunny and then scrambled to get five kids ready for church and to find Easter baskets bright and early, and also feels terrible from her weird health issues.)
The kids and dad sure look cute though:
Claire was super excited about the pictures.
"Mom, will you pleeeeeaaaaase just let us hunt for eggs now?"
(Max and Lu were really excited about that shot.)
Easter dinner with cousins:
When kids form lines to jump on the trampoline with you, you must be a pretty good guy.
(Sorry, I had no choice but to put all of those jumping ones in...they are too entertaining to me. I love all those cute teenagers.)
(oooo, that guy's not so bad himself:)
The little kids had to do a little jumping too...
The best part of Easter?
The time we took to watch the video clips my sister linked HERE about Christ's death and resurrection. Claire was curled in a ball bawling by the end. The spirit touches that girl so tenderly. This all led to some of the most thought provoking questions and discussion between me and my sweet children. The air was thick. By the end of our love-filled discussion Claire looked up at me with her red eyes and tear-streaked face and told me how grateful she was for Jesus.
It filled my heart right up to the brim.
How amazing that He was not there that day so long ago. He was risen.
And he is still risen. And although he was not "there" that morning he is here. In our hearts. With us always. Beckoning us to "follow." Waiting to help us through our deepest woes and worries if we'll only remember to let Him in.
Because He's been there.
How incredibly grateful I am for that knowledge.
Is it really here?
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