Easters

I loved laying out the boys outfits on the bed this year. I know they don’t care, but it was special to me. I remember receiving a special dress every Easter when I was little. {of course we milked it when we were older too} My cutest mom text me for an outfit picture before Church this year. It made me smile, she knows me so well. Please bless I can be just like her one day.

We didn’t just go to one easter egg hunt this year, we went to five. It sure made for one heck of a weekend. This Easter I didn’t make it home to Logan. For the first time ever. Ever as in my entire life of Easter’s. As hard as it was to be away, it felt good to be here at home with my boys. Merging two very family oriented holiday grower-uppers has been a little tricky for Jon + I. We have a tendency to always go back home for everything. But at what point do our kids get that same experience at their home rather than at my home? I’m grateful that we see eye to eye on family traditions because it has made this transition into our own little traditions a lot of fun.

Jon + I stayed up kind of late wrapping a few little treats + hiding baskets for the boys. Jonah’s was in Jon’s closet + Riggy’s was on top of the washer. Jonah wasn’t super into hunting for his basket. He got pretty bored real quick + lifted up his shirt to say “SEEEE I’m hungry, time for breakfast” as his excuse to stop hunting. Riggins couldn’t get enough of his plastic eggs. But the pitching machine was a total hit + we invited the fam over for dinner so that we could try it out afterwards at the park.




Although wrangling our crew on the Church bench alone tests the very depth of my patience every week, I know that blessings will come for being there. Easter Sunday was no exception. I had to bite my lip watching Jon make a mustache at Jonah from the stand + laughed when he looked to me for approval before making one back. I melted as he quieted right down when the primary kids sang their special musical number + dismissed the thought as quickly as it entered when I remembered that he’ll be up there himself next Easter. I will never forget the way he came running down the hall to give me his hand-picked flower after nursery. We still have his card on the fridge + he was sure to remind me every morning to give the special flower a drink. He calls everything special {spesheel} + I love it so much.