Easter Tidbits

I don't have the beautifully attired, perfectly posed portraits of my freshly scrubbed children on Easter morning.

I don't think I have those children ever, let alone on Easter morning.

 Eve is all about wearing Daddy's t-shirts to bed these days.

I wondered who would find these eggs on the roses.

 It surprised me that it took a few passes around the yard before Lily scooped them up.

 It may not look like much, but this was a moment that I never want to forget.

Ben's last Easter home. Whenever the little boys weren't looking, he'd drop a few eggs and lead Evie over to the treasure. He has such a tender heart.

Brad gave a fantastic talk in church, and our ward choir pulled "O Divine Redeemer" together at the very last moment. I messed up some parts on the piano that I usually don't--I get nervous when songs are hard--but it was a great Easter.