This year was my favorite Easter. This year I spent some time really contemplating the significance of this day. I thought of loved ones who have passed on and of people I love who are the most affected by the deaths of these family members. Easter means that because the Savior lives, so too, will all those who have left us. I spent time imagining the grand reunion of all the families on the Earth. What a glorious day it will be. This year the Easter Bunny didn't visit us and I'm not sorry. This year the Spirit of Easter visited us as we stood by a grave and gave thanks for eternal families. This year the Spirit of Easter visited us as we ate Lamb and gave thanks for the Lamb of God. This year the Spirit of Easter visited us as we sang our testimony to a friend, reaffirming that we truly know our Redeemer lives. The Easter Bunny missed us this year, and I'm so glad he did. Next year we'll invite him back... on Saturday.
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music. -Gustav Mahler
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Blue & Pink Monsters
My family has this tradition of playing "monster." When my dad would come home from work he would chase me and my sister around the house making a monster type noise and holding his hands in the air. We squealed and ran with delight. What little girl doesn't like to be chased? My father has continued this tradition with the grandchildren. My girls have only recently been converted to this tradition, but their Daddy has started a new twist: he puts a blanket over his head as he chases the girls around the house. The girls have tried to get Mommy to play monster, but I tell them mommies don't play monsters... that is a daddy game. Since Daddy has been super busy of late, the girls have started playing monster themselves. A few days ago, Bell had a pink blanket on her head and told me she was a monster.
Bell: Mommy, I'm a monster
Me: Oh... are you a pink monster?
Bell: No, I'm a blue monster.
Me: What do blue monsters eat?
Me: What do blue monsters eat?
Bell: Scared boys.
A few seconds later...
Bell: Mommy, I'm a pink monster.
Me: What do pink monsters eat?
Bell: Blue boys.
Bell: Blue boys.
Clearly, we don't hang around enough boys as the girls are highly suspicious of them. The problem is, when we want them to be suspicious of boys (say around the age of 14 or 15), they won't be.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Rock Bottom
Sometimes you have to reach rock bottom before you can begin recovery. I would say our house has hit rock bottom. The girls and I are fed and dressed, and I am even bathing every day. Our clothes are all washed... unfortunately they are all in baskets (or not, depending on if the girls have gotten to them yet) and need to be folded and put away. Baby steps... Maybe one day I'll look back and laugh...maybe.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
No More Winter Blues
This winter has seemed to last an eternity. We're all going stir-crazy. You know it's bad when the girls beg to go to Costco. So what better way to whisk away those winter blues than pretend you're living in a tropical paradise? Thanks to my good friend Sarah for sending the girls the hula outfits. Mahalo!
Her Due Date
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