Easter morning was wonderful:) I loved seeing my kids sweet, little, excited, faces when they saw their baskets, and hunted for eggs. Poor Paisley fell during Sacrament Meeting and got a giant goose egg. I felt so bad for her. It had to have hurt!
The sweetest part, was being able to worship, on Easter, knowing and celebrating the true meaning... which is often over looked, when we are spending it camping. I am grateful for my Savior, and for all He has done, is doing, and will do for me. Knowing that He lives, and that I can one day, live with my family forever, brings me such comfort.
I mean... who wouldn't want to be with them forever?
