Easter

I love Easter. I think it is one of my favorite holidays. I know I say that about every holiday, but the meaning of Easter is truly my favorite. Knowing that our Savior rose after He was crucified, knowing that I too, and everyone else, will live after this life, brings me great peace.

We had a great Easter-y weekend. On Friday A and I went on an Easter egg hunt with some friends in the city. I should have had A practice, or at least prepped her for what was about to happen, because she didn't get the whole concept of getting an egg, putting it in her basket, and then moving on and getting more eggs. Instead she found one egg, opened it, sat on the grass and ate all the candy out of that egg before moving on to the next. No amount of coaching or coaxing would get her off her tush and looking for more eggs. Oh well, at least she didn't eat 10 eggs full of candy, only about four.








On Saturday, A and D decorated Easter eggs together. A was so used to cracking open eggs and finding candy inside, that she tried to find the goodies inside of the hard boiled eggs. After squishing two hard boiled eggs to smithereens, we decided that decorating plastic eggs would be best for our little A. Next came the sugar cookies. No holiday is complete without sugar cookies! A had so much fun rolling and making shapes in her dough. I think she rolled that same piece of dough 15 times.











Yesterday we went to visit Memor, Fafa and the gang. We had a great time eating LOTS of yummy food, watching the kids hunt for eggs, going on an adult hunt around the neighborhood, and being together as a family. A blowing kisses to her newest friend, Mr. Bunny.
I LOVE EASTER!

Blowing bubbles with the bubble gun. Obviously, she loved it.
Ride in the wheelbarrow from Fafa.
A and cousin N sharing the goods from their hunt.
More bubble blowing with Memor and Aunt Ritz.
We went to bed last night with tummies full of treats, and hearts full of gratitude and peace. What a great time of year.