I'll start off with the picture of the kids looking, well, picture perfect :) And then we can proceed with the pajama/coat clad bunch running around like maniacs in our backyard Easter morning..hehe. It was fun to have Luke somewhat aware of what we were doing this year instead of just being a leetle newborn baby. He loved holding and shaking eggs. He thought they were pretty cool. We also had to pry a couple of piece of candy(with wrapper on of course) out of his mouth. It was fun having Easter in a new place(though the cold was definitely a change. We had some cold wet Easters in Prosper but this was a bit colder!). We made new memories this day and really did have a wonderful holiday. I love Easter, I love the fun of it and how magical it all is for the kids. Hunting eggs..dyeing eggs..opening up the candy eggs and finding surprises...eating eggs :) I love the big meal we have and the traditions we've started. I mostly love, however, our FHE that we do that weekend each year. We do the "egg" lesson where plastic eggs are numbered and each egg has an object inside. Each object represents something from Christ's last days here on Earth. I read scriptures and an account of different days of His life and what He went through. I do the lesson every year. I have a love/hate relationship with it. Its hard for me to talk about these things because they mean so much to me. I cry every time. The Spirit is always strong. I just feel so much gratitude for what my Savior did for me. I almost hate to tell my kids what wicked things were done to Him. But they need to know. They need to know what He went through-and that He did it for us. One of the eggs has a small nail inside. Just a small one. It doesn't even compare to the nails that were used on the cross. And when I open that egg and I try to talk about it with the kids, I can barely speak. I bear my testimony to them through tears each time. I just have so much love for Jesus Christ, my big brother, who loved me and everyone else so much that he gave himself as a sacrifice. I'm so grateful for the knowledge I have that He lives. And because of Him, we can all live together again someday after this life. I hope my children know how much I love my Savior...and how much I love them. Happy Easter all.