Easter

"How deep the Father's love for us, How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son, To make a wretch His treasure....

It was my sin that held Him there, Until it was accomplished.
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished...

Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart, His wounds have paid my ransom."

 

 

 

It's not about the new dresses, or the ties, or china and crystal painting the spring dining room tablecloth.  It's about bringing forth our best to Praise God for Easter, because there is no more profound act of worship to remember no more life-giving sacrifice. 

 

 (Our photographer needs to make more of the pictures!!!)

 

Easter is my favorite time for a series of bloopers...

 

There was NO getting Margaret to smile inside.

 

 And there was (at first) NO getting Andrew to smile outside...










...until Margaret worked her sweet magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 "Now, you gotta smile, too, Matthew," big sis demands.

 

Little Miss was swinging on a pendulum, giving her all to try to get both brothers to smile simultaneously. 

 

 

  And, Matthew declared, "End scene.".

 

#propthetripodnextyear

 Final egg hunt!

 

Whew!  Easter is exhausting.

 

 

Holy Week

As much as we enjoy Lent and the additional Wednesday services Meadows offers to prepare our hearts for Good Friday, nothing breaks my serious spirit like the kids on Palm Sunday.  Perhaps it's compounded by Michael's story of a palm branch beating when he was young, or the way our Pastor in Denver so robotically waves his arm during "All Glory, Laud, and Honor", but the scene simply brings a chuckle to my heart. 

 

Margaret sums it up!

 

 

 

 

Matthew's first rodeo....perfect Little Man just followed the crowd.

 Something about this...makes me want to kiss his sweet little eyelids.

"A-wey-oooo-yah.  A-wey-ooooo-yah."

The beautiful nativity dress that I could NOT talk her into wearing during advent was suddenly her favorite dress on Palm Sunday.  I'll take it for Christmas' book-end holiday! 

 

 

Patience with Palms pays off with prized egg hunts.

Yep, Mom forgot to bring your handsome basket.

 

 If only we could hear...

 It only took six shots to get all three heads out of their baskets for 0.2 seconds!

 

And the hunts continued! 

Can't get enough of the amazement with a 2-yr-old. 

Next one, school for this handsome fellow. 

 

 

He will hate me one day for documenting the pink ears that Miss Hope and Miss Winn put on him, but I don't care.

 TOO much TWO-ness

 

 See the one lonely pop in his basket?  There were firemen at this hunt with a basket of pops.  They tried to offer Matthew one.  He attempted to exchange the full basket of pops for his empty basket. Clever kid.

 "Is it time yet?"

 

Ding, Ding!  Round 4!