I've always enjoyed Easter, though perhaps not quite for the right reason. Many of my Easters growing up we were spent 4-wheeling at the Sand Dunes. And while that is always fun, it was nice to stay home and think about why we really celebrate Easter.
On Saturday morning, we enjoyed going to an Easter egg hunt at our Bishops house. There was a good turn out and they had to limit the number of eggs each kid could get so it was a little more fair. Will didn't quite get the concept about hurrying to get as many as you can. Once he had one egg, he wanted to see what was inside and eat that candy before grabbing the next one. Guess it's lucky they had the limit so there were still some left for us.
Cindy and her family came up that afternoon to hang out. It was a beautiful day so we spend the majority of it outside just watching the kids play. We went to the park and the kids had fun trying to find treasures and also getting buried.
- Blake was frequently saying mommy...mommy and looking around for me.
- Lance discovering that he didn't fill up her bottle, dropping Blake off to a neighbor in the pew next to him, and heading out the door. Blake didn't like that and started screaming like she was being tortured and had to be walked around the back and Will took off after Lance. Someone a few rows back grabbed Will and kept him occupied. Meanwhile when Lance gets back, he gets a look of panic on his face when he can't find either of his kids and starts looking around a bit frantically.
The entire sacrament meeting program was music. The congregation sang some hymns, the choir did several numbers, the primary did a number, and the ym/yw did a number. I loved hearing all the songs about Christ and being part of it.
Lance received several good jobs and slaps on the back for handling two crazy kids alone.
After church, Bishop asked everyone to meet outside for their annual ward picture. Of course we also had to get a family shot.
When we got home, I snapped a few pictures of the kids in the Easter outfits I made them and we spent the remainder of the day sleeping and relaxing.
It's difficult to think of all of the pain and suffering that Christ put himself through. He is the Son of God. He worked miracles, walked on water, raised the dead. Surely he could have stopped what has happening. But he didn't. He willingly suffered for us. For me.
Because of Him, I will be better.