On actual Easter day, we all got dressed up in our beautiful Easter clothes. I had made a skirt for Jolie and ties for the boys, along with a coordinating flower broach for me. We looked pretty darling, if I do say so myself. While we were at church, the Easter Bunny came to our house! It's pretty convenient that way; it ensures that we make it to church without grumbling about it. Also, funny tidbit- the kids are convinced that Grandma Bunny is the Easter Bunny. Hence, the Easter Bunny is a she around here- and quite beloved. Anyway, when we got home from church, the kids hunted our previously-dyed eggs that had been hidden around the front yard. Then we took a few family pictures (thank you, Grandma Marilyn, for being such a great photographer). And then the children came inside to find the sweet basket of goodies the Easter Bunny had left.
It was a fun weekend. We had a great time. After the death-filled year we seemed to have had, it was wonderful to have an excuse to ponder the beauty of resurrection and the fact that we will see our loved ones again after this life. Such a beautiful truth. Such a beautiful holiday.