Posts Tagged With: Easter

Easter blessings.

Yeah, I know Easter was a week ago. So sue me.

easter blessings


bird's nest treats

My little baker.

bird's nest treats

Bird’s Nest Treats place setting (made with Cheerios).

portrait photography

Easter portrait in the backyard.

She wants to be called Alexandra instead of Alex now. But I am old and I forget.

portrait photography

Easter portrait.

She had an Easter picnic with her stuffed animals in the backyard. She served chocolate covered Peeps, Nerds, and bubble gum. Um, sounds delish!

ice skates

Goodbye to ice skating.

I listed Alex’s Alexandra’s very expensive competitive ice skates with the special blades for sale on Craigslist. I didn’t even get a bite. I took the skates to Play it Again Sports. They offered me $35. I think I feel sick…

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5 days into Spring Break

dying easter eggs

36 eggs to dye…

dying easter eggs

Yes, they are very happy…for now…

dying easter eggs

And, very creative…

dying easter eggs

A little bit messy…

dying easter eggs

Very colorful…

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God’s amazing love

Free printable from Dayspring

Wishing you all a blessed Easter weekend!

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Somedays I feel like an air traffic controller…

…except I don’t get to nap on the job.

Yesterday was one of those days. A day so busy and scheduled that if I was not careful it would have all gone down in flames!

It started with getting to Alex’s school early to set up her display for the Science Fair, then drop Parker off at Daycare, drive in rush-hour traffic to the office, put out fires, work until 3pm, drive back to school to drop off snacks for Brownies, get reprimanded by a 9-year-old Brownie that I was late with snacks (to be fair, I told the troop leader I would be late), drive over to the vet to pick up Bailey (hubby dropped her off that morning, thanks baby), take one very happy dog home, go back out to put gas in the van, back to daycare to pick up Parker, back to school to pick up Alex from Brownies, drive straight home to get a quick dinner, then back out the door to the  ice rink for skate practice, have Alex work on homework in van, Alex skates until 7:30 with team, drive home, prepare for exhaustion melt-down from Alex…right on schedule, then to bed. Whew!

Thankful for busyness, even if it is crazy.

* * * Some Easter JOY below. * * *

We had to run to the store for vinegar...I had to bribe the girls with promises of donuts!

Put reinforcement hole stickers on the eggs before dying to get cute polka-dot-circles... this!

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An Easter Story.

My mom (2nd from left) and her sisters.

My grandmother was a humble woman. She and my grandfather lived modestly. Simple.

They lived in a small town in rural Missouri. She was a homemaker, raising five children. He was a milkman and a U.S. Navy veteran. Later, when their kids were grown, he was a school bus driver. In this small town, everybody knew everybody. Family was your most important asset and cousins were your closest friends. Sunday was an all day affair with church services in the morning, family gathered for supper in the afternoon, followed by evening church services.

They pinched their pennies wherever possible. They saved what they could. They didn’t have money to waste on the purchase of frivolous luxuries, such as, fancy Easter dresses brought from a Sears catalog for their daughters. Instead my grandmother, Ruth, would most likely have hand-sown the dresses for her daughters.

Except one year.

It was the early 1960s.  Ruth had saved enough extra change to buy her 4 daughters catalog dresses. She decided to hide the dresses at the home of her sister-and-brother-in-law, Pauline and Bink, to keep the girls from peeking and spoiling the surprise.

Ironically, that would be the least of her worries that Easter.

One spring day, just before Easter, the whole family was having a get-together with food and fellowship. The children, playing upstairs of my great-grandmother’s home, spotted smoke billowing from a house up the hill.

It was Pauline and Bink’s house that was on fire!

The Uncle’s rushed up the hill and attempted to put the fire out. It was too late and their house burned to the ground…along with the frilly dresses.

I can just imagine my heart-broken Grandmother watching the fire. Everything her sister and brother-in-law owned was in ashes. The pennies she pinched for a year to afford to buy something special for her daughters, gone.

Now, my mother will tell you her mom was more concerned about her family and their lose rather than the dresses. She had to have felt defeated. I know I would have. But that was who she was. Humble.

That’s it. There is no happy ending. No one replaced the dresses. No one took up a collection to rebuild Pauline and Bink’s house.  They picked themselves up and carried on. They relied on family and the Lord to carry them through.

No one was hurt or, worse, lost their life in the fire. And isn’t that the most important gift of all?

The house, the possessions, the frilly dresses are just things. Okay, to see everything you own reduced to ashes is undoubtedly devastating. But all those things can be replaced. Life cannot.

So, this Easter don’t forget the “reason”. LIFE. Take joy in it. Celebrate it.

~ Wishing you a Happy Easter.

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lesson from a 3 year old

Last night my 3 year old daughter, Parker asked me to read her a book before bed. She picked out the book: “The First Easter”. (It’s a simplified version of Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection for kids.) As I started to read she listened intently. Then I got the part where Jesus was nailed to the cross. Parker had a very worried look on her face.

“Mommy, what is that on Jesus’ feet?” she finally asked.

“It’s blood where they nailed Jesus to the cross.” I answered.

“Oh,” she said. I could tell she was thinking about what I jsut told her. Then reaching down and touching her feet she said, “That hurts me Mommy. That wasn’t nice.”  In the simplest terms that only a child can say…seeing Jesus on the cross hurts her.

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