I just love Easter. It's one of those holidays that makes me long for home. Growing up, we were full of traditions and those traditions draw my heart towards family every single year.
Maybe one day, my children will feel the same.
Benedikt didn't seem to mind that I ran out of baskets and had to substitute with my bright kitchen bowls.
He probably thinks that's some sort of strange American tradition now, not just my inadequacy.
We had plenty of Easter goodies to fill those bowls though. These boys gave me their best early morning thrilled faces.
It's the absolute best when the Easter holiday coincides with General Conference. I think I soaked up every word.
Our neighbors stopped by while walking their sheep in the afternoon. My kids have begged for one ever since.
It was so warm out.
There was some afternoon egg dying where everyone tapped their creative sides.
We gained another child somewhere along the way :)
I can't help but love full grown kids who are excited to egg hunt. Helps to hide some money in a few of those plastic eggs.
Those big kids tore off climbing over one another so I was left to help and take pictures of little people.
Sure wish I had a picture of those big ones, though, darn it! I must have just been too shocked in amusement at their enthusiasm to even snap a shot.
There's always one joker who robs the candy from the eggs and re-hides them with rocks for others while hunting.
The after hunt egg count so the lawnmower won't get any stragglers once the grass grows:
A group of teenagers trying to fool me into thinking that they are not lobbing boiled eggs off into the woods:
Then following an Easter dinner, a walk to try out those kites the Easter bunny brought.
No Sunday stroll would be complete without trying to get these two to play photo shoot for me.
There it is.
And back to giddiness.
And that's what I call a little piece of Easter perfection.