Easter is one of my favorite holidays. I love the meaning behind it: our Savior's glorious Resurrection. I love reading in the New Testament the week before Easter and trying to imagine what it was like for Him. I love pondering the truth of the hymn "I Know That My Redeemer Lives." I love the hope I find in sunshine at spring, reminding me of rebirth and new life.
And, yeah, I love Peeps and dying eggs too.
This year was a little tricky because Travis was in the BAHAMAS during the week before Easter. (lucky!) The kids were so excited about dying eggs, but I made them wait till Saturday when he got home because Trav loves that tradition as much as they do.
After a little instruction from Dad, Eve was ready to try it on her own.
We taught Kate the trick of writing on the egg with white crayon before you dye it and watching your words appear. Here's her special egg that says "I Love You."
It is so great to have Eve in our lives. The other night she got out of bed around 8:30 and said, "I need to ask you a question. When Jesus died, when did He come alive again?"
Wowed by her deep spiritual inquiry, I replied, "After Jesus was crucified, he came back to life three days later, on Easter Sunday."
"Did He turn into the Easter Bunny?"
Clearly we have missed out on some key doctrine here.
Anna and I decided this egg is our very favorite color. Almost the same as her eyes!
Even little Max got an egg. Not that it did him any good.
I am the worst at early morning photos. This year we did something fun by hiding the kids' Easter baskets and leaving a little clue for them. Kate found hers in the fridge with no problem, Eve's was hiding in the bathtub, and Anna had a tough time figuring out where someplace "warm and dry" was. She eventually got it, but was pretty stressed as she ran around looking for it. (the dryer)
Yes, I did make Easter skirts for my girls and an Easter onesie for Max. Yes, it took countless hours (the drama of the Easter skirts made me wonder if I've lost my sewing ability). And, yes, I forgot to take pictures of them wearing said apparel. Even though Max only wore his for about 20 minutes before covering it with poop.
And, yes, both sets of grandparents had fun Easter egg hunts that the kids loved. Yes, I neglected to take pictures of that as well. Better luck next year!