Easter was this past weekend and I must document this holiday for the sake of the blog. Otherwise I'm just a negligent blogger, or something like that.
Last Easter is here, with links to the prior years included within that post.
We were much less into baskets and egg hunts this year and much more into the Gospel truth (not the song from Disney’s Hercules – in case you were wondering). We love our set of Resurrection Eggs and used them with both the older kids to help illustrate the events that led up to Jesus’ crucifixion. Cutter actually made his own set at school this year so both kids had their own to work through.
We regularly read from the Jesus Storybook Bible, (sidenote - if you do not have this bible for your littles you need to obtain it pronto) but not as regularly from the bibles we gifted the kids at their dedications – The Children’s Illustrated Bible. Cutter loves to read this one on his own and look at the maps and pictures, and both kids like to keep it next to their bed for bedtime perusal which makes my mama heart happy. We used that bible to walk through the week’s events together.
A smaller and more intimate celebration with Steve’s family occurred on Saturday, and then Sunday found us waking and singing the praises of our risen Savior to the tune of warmth and sunshine. Scout in particular enjoyed shouting her own rendition of “He is not here, He is alive!” throughout the morning.
I did small Easter baskets for the kids and after an impromptu meltdown from my eldest on the realities of sibling equality in the kingdom of Easter basket gifts (read: it does not exist), celebrated with our annual family photo in the front yard. My nostalgia at all things traditional is firmly established, and true to form I found it amazing to see the tangible evidence of our family growing from year to year in photographs.
We worshiped at church, celebrating our first Easter with our new church family. An egg hunt was organized for the kids afterwards, and then we ventured to my grandparents to celebrate with our family there. The kids got to hunt eggs again and find their own Easter baskets, and we noshed on Honey-baked ham, deviled eggs, and orange jello – that there is Easter my friends.
And yes, she just ate dirt. Happy Easter, friends.
He is Risen!
He is Risen, Indeed!
He is Risen, Indeed!