I have always loved Easter. The pastels, the candy, the rolls with ham, the Church meetings, the beautiful weather. I think what I love most is how perfect of a day it always is to rejoice in the Savior's resurrection and can only imagine how beautiful that actual day was. Since it is my first Easter with a child, I kept reminding myself to remember the day's true meaning and to not get **too** carried away in the Easter baskets and candy with Beckett. It is never too early to teach children about the Savior, even at their youngest age. That way, they will never know an Easter without His presence.
We've been teaching Beckett how to clap. He does it masterfully during the most inappropriate moments (not counting this picture).
Easter firsts for Beckett and Charlie.
It's a devastating thing for a child to have their eggs stolen.
We decided that "Nacho Libre" would be our Easter movie and watched it last night. It's one of my favorite comedies. I've always thought of it as an Easter movie, actually, and I'm sure it's all because of the line:
"Do you not realize I have had diarrhea since Easters?"
Until next year.