With all the Easter commercialism in the air (and everywhere else we look), we couldn’t deny our children a little egg hunt.
Nana & Papa’s neighbors participating with us, made it much more enjoyable! I don’t know how many eggs were found, but I do know that after about 2 minutes of hiding them, I just started dropping them on the grass. I tend to loose enthusiasm preparing for these types of events, fairly fast. ;)
It was pretty cute to watch the kids fill their buckets. I was most impressed by how generous and concerned the hunters were. They showed more interest in making sure everyone had enough candy and eggs, than actually looking for the pastel plastic.
It turned out to be a fun day that my kids are still talking about (and still reaping the rewards of their findings)!
We are now trying to focus on the true meaning of such a sacred, life changing, holiday. I don’t know if the passing of my brother, or the passing of several years, has made Easter become so much more to me than baskets, dresses, dying eggs, plastic eggs, that plastic grassy stuff that gets all over, etc. but I am always so moved (and usually get all emotional and stuff) when I read verses in the scriptures about the resurrection. I especially felt the spirit during General Conference as Elder Christofferson spoke about our Savior and the resurrection:
Even so today, some believe in the literal Resurrection of Christ, and many doubt or disbelieve. But some know. In due course, all will see and all will know; indeed, “every knee shall bow, and every tongue confess before him.”
Until then, I believe the many witnesses of the Savior’s Resurrection whose experiences and testimonies are found in the New Testament—Peter and his companions of the Twelve and dear, pure Mary of Magdala, among others. I believe the testimonies found in the Book of Mormon—of Nephi the Apostle with the unnamed multitude in the land Bountiful, among others. And I believe the testimony of Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon who, after many other testimonies, proclaimed the great witness of this last dispensation “that he lives! For we saw him.” Under the glance of His all-seeing eye, I stand myself as a witness that Jesus of Nazareth is the resurrected Redeemer, and I testify of all that follows from the fact of His Resurrection. May you receive the conviction and comfort of that same witness…”
I know that death is not the end. I know that because our Savior died, and lived again, so will each of us. I can’t begin to put into words how grateful I am for such a tremendous blessing and promise!