Dying Easter Eggs. As a family we dyed 17 eggs (one broke). There is only one person at this house who eats hard boiled eggs. Looks like a lot of egg salad sandwiches for me! Good thing I love them
At the neighborhood Easter Egg hunt
And getting ready for church on Sunday (Claire is a big advocate of oral hygiene)
It was an interesting Easter Sunday. The hubbs had to go out of town for work (before you start feeling sorry for him you should know that he's in Puerto Rico) so we dropped him at the airport early in the morning. We had dinner at a friend's house (which was fun and relaxing) and then came home for a quiet evening. This Easter was an interesting one for me. Sunday afternoon we heard that a friend from Salt Lake had been killed in a car accident (you can read an amazing tribute to her here). Thinking about Bri has added a certain special meaning to the empty tomb that the two Marys found that first Easter morning.
"And entering into the sepulcher, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. And he saith unto them, be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him."
Mark 16: 5-6
I am thankful for the promise of an empty tomb for all of us.
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