You guys, is it just me or is spring not one of THE best times of the year?! There’s just something about waking up every morning to the sound of birds chirping, the smell of freshly cut grass, and the colorful tulips budding all around. Of course, spring also means lots of rain showers, mud, and allergies, but you can’t have the good without the bad, right? Which brings me to the part of spring that I really love which is celebrating Easter and Jesus’ resurrection with my family. How amazing is it that Jesus was sent here to this world to live among us? That he was then crucified by us? That three days later He conquered death and rose again? That by doing so, He forgave us all our sins even when we didn’t deserve that in the least? It’s something that I struggle to wrap my head around often and something that I can never be grateful enough for!
It was always tradition in my family for my brothers, sister, and I to wake up early on Easter morning, wait patiently for Mom and Dad to check that the Easter Bunny had paid a visit, then rush down the stairs to see what goodies awaited us. The Easter Bunny never let us down, filling our baskets with toys and lots of Cadbury Eggs and Reese’s Eggs. After the excitement of digging through our baskets, we always got dressed up and went to the Easter service at church. Even though we’re all adults now, Josh and I have continued the tradition of getting each other small baskets of goodies from the “Easter Bunny” then going to Easter service. I look forward to it more and more every year, combining small traditions from my childhood with his, treasuring each moment that we have been blessed with because of Jesus’ death and resurrection.
This year, we celebrated Easter yesterday with Josh’s family and today with mine. We ate lots of yummy food (check out the amazing cake my sis-in-law, Kena, made above) and played a riveting game of Catan with Josh’s family. At my family’s, my mom had baked egg shaped sugar cookies for us to decorate. I mean, dyeing eggs would have been fun too, but if you have to choose between hard-boiled eggs and cookies, cookies win. Every. Time. Between the three dogs barking, running around, and wrestling with each other and the ten different conversations going on at one time between everyone, it was a circus! Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way!