Easter Sunday

I love Easter.  This Sunday our friend Anna Heald asked me to come pick her up at 6 am so that she could see the kids find their Easter baskets and look for eggs.  She is 84 years old and an absolute joy.  We arrived home at 6:30 am and the kids (who had been waiting at the top of the stairs for our return) ran down and began to look for their basket of goodies.

We had breakfast together and talked about what Easter meant to each of us and then we watched the first session of Sunday morning Conference.  For me Easter is hope.  Hope for eternal life with the people I love, the family I cherish, and a son I had too little time with in mortality.  All of which would be impossible if not for the love and great sacrifice of a merciful Savior.  

 After conference, Anna went home and the Browns came over.  The girls decorated sugar cookies and we watched a second session of conference together.  Dinner was at 4pm and the Hubers and Robinsons joined in on the evening meal.

 I wonder where my kids get all of their face making skills??????

I love Easter. . . .