Easter Sunday

The boys and I have had a lovely Easter Sunday. Jay has been working like a dog. I was so excited to get "matching" pictures today as the boys all coordinated with some kind of orange, I bought Jay a snazzy looking white and orange striped tie and I had an orange undershirt with a white blouse and cute orange dangly earrings. But, Jay wasn't around when the boys were clean and groomed and thus another family photo opportunity has passed.

The boys didn't get out of their required poses, however.

Seth. Impossible for him to not squint, no matter where the sun is located.

Henry. Make it quick, Mom. I've got things to do.

Sam's my most willing.

Then came the group shots. First and probably best try.

There were many shots between these two, but imagine Henry marching to his own beat in each and every one of them.

Love Seth and Sam in this picture.

I felt it only fair to show Seth's next move as well.

We went out to Vaughn and Patty's for Easter Dinner. Patty made rolls, asparagus and a ham and I brought the cheesy potatoes and a spinach/strawberry salad. After dinner, Derek hid eggs for the boys to find.

Grandpa helping them in their search.

I love Easter. I love the joy and the celebration of new life and the lack of commercialism (because it's much easier for me to dismiss the silly-to-me story of a life size bunny delivering baskets to our house than the tradition and festivity surrounding Christmas). Sure, the boys had candy in a basket, but it was from us, and they were fine with that.

I feel so blessed to understand the meaning of this day. To believe, because the Spirit has witnessed to me that it is true, that Jesus Christ was resurrected and overcame physical death after being crucified on a cross on Golgotha. To believe that he still lives, perfectly, with our Heavenly Father. To believe that because of those things, I too can overcome physical death and live once more with my family and my God.

Happy, happy Easter.