Easter

Our Easter celebration this year was quiet. We dyed eggs yesterday and had Brad and May over for a barbecue. Today we listened to General Conference and did an Easter egg hunt with Addison. I almost skipped doing one at home because she had one at school which turned out to be really lame. All the eggs were gone in two minutes and then they made all the kids give the eggs back with the candy in them so they could divide them up equally on Monday. She had a blast finding eggs in the back yard and we had almost as much fun helping her.

It was hard to get any pictures of the front of her because she was running around so fast. I think this one is still cute. Our yard looks sadly un-spring like, but then again there were flurries of snow this morning, so I was thankful that at least there was sunshine this afternoon.



Is there anything sweeter than a little girl with a basket full of Easter eggs and a big smile on her face?


Me and Ad and baby Coral (who continues to make her presence more and more obvious).


This is the first year that Addison has really been old enough to enjoy Easter and understand a simple explanation of what it means. Sometimes I find myself short on words that she can understand, but that still convey the miracle of the resurrection and the atonement of our Savior. It has caused me to reflect more deeply on the things that I believe and the way that I feel about the gospel and my Savior. I know that Jesus Christ lives and that he broke the bonds of death. Knowing this changes the entire meaning of my life. What hope it gives to every human being! Trying to impart this knowledge to my precious daughter is a huge task that I only feel more deeply as she gets older. I hope that I can live up to the task. I am so thankful for this life. Sometimes I feel it slipping by so quickly. I wish I could slow the clock and look more closely at everything and savor it more. I am grateful for the gift of the resurrection that is given freely to every human being. For one, we will all get perfect bodies (who can't get excited about that?!) but our memories will be perfect too. I see this as both as a curse and a blessing. I surely don't want to remember every stupid thing I have done, but to be able to recall perfectly the feeling of your child's arms around your neck or the look in your sweetheart's eyes the moment you were married is a gift beyond compare. This world is so fleeting, so temporary. For some reason I feel that keenly today. And I am so thankful for the gift that Jesus Christ has given us. To rise again, to be forgiven of our sins, and to be together as families forever.



M.