Easter Weekend.

We gathered together at Nana's house for an Easter Egg Hunt (find chocolate on the ground, put it in your basket). We had a few extra cousins this year when some more extended family came! We loved it.



These boys are my brothers. They flew in for Easter weekend to visit me along with my sister. I love being the mother of only girls, I love it so much, and I'm very proud of it. But sometimes it makes me sad that my girls might never know what it's like to have a brother. Someone to shake things up, make a joke out of every situation and especially, to have a tough shoulder to punch whenever you feel like it.

My favorite Easter talk by Jeffrey R. Holland here.

This Easter I spent more time than usual going over the events of the crucifixion and resurrection. It was nice to take some time to find my personal connection with Christ's suffering. What touched me most was when Jesus' friend Joseph took his body from the cross and wrapped him in white garments before he was laid in the tomb.

Only a few weeks ago, we saw Jake's grandfather so recently full of life, nestled in a casket and buried in the earth. I thought of what it would have been like to be the one preparing Jesus' body. To have it echo through me that his earthly life was over, that his expressive face would never again hold its wonder. However necessary, it is still so sad.