Easter 2011

My husband and I were discussing how much Easter has changed since we were kids.  

We never got toys for Easter...candy in our baskets was a big enough indulgence.

Is the true meaning of Easter being lost to the commercialism of the holiday? 


We strive to have a perfect holiday for our children.  To have the best gifts, to have them wear the most beautiful outfit, to cook the perfect meal, served on a picturesque table.


I fully believe there is a difference between wanting nice things for our family and 'keeping up with Joneses'.  That's what is hardest for me.  I struggle with this every day.  


Always comparing.  Always wishing.  Always wanting.


I read a quote recently by Lysa TerKeurst and it really hit home,


“How dangerous it is to hold up the intimate knowledge of our imperfections against the outside packaging of others.”

I really need to work on being thankful for what I have...and really, more often than not, someone that appears to have it all.  Someone that appears to be perfect.  Is actually just the opposite.

So, it seems the bunny did bring the kids each a toy this year, but I think he may be rethinking it next year...

Easter morning...started way too early.  6:30 am = yuck!

Rowyn got Max and Ruby, her fav!

Ready for church.  

Due to someone who shall remain nameless, we missed the church we planned on attending, because of a time mix up.  We ended up going to the Cathedral downtown.  I haven't been there in years and I'd forgotten what a beautiful church it is.

After church, we headed to Grammy and Papa's for an egg hunt

It is so neat to watch their excitement!

And to see big sister...

help little sister.

And to watch big sister give little sister eggs from her basket, because she has less.

Some little squirrel must have gone on his own easter egg hunt, because we found this one chewed open and empty of its goodies.

Rowyn telling Daddy all about the hunt and everything she found.

Sitting down to Easter dinner, my mom made a wonderful meal for all of us.  We are blessed.

The only thing that would have made it better, would have been for all my siblings to have been there.  We missed them.

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If you have a weak stomach or don't like blood, you probably shouldn't read ahead.  

We got home that evening and the kids went right out to play.  It couldn't have been more than ten minutes and we heard Cooper screaming.  

He crashed his bike and cut his arm on a bolt on the street light.

Off to the ER we went for stitches.

Not exactly the ending to Easter we were hoping for, but he's okay and it certainly could have been worse.