{Easter}

Sunday morning, we took a drive to Preston to go to church with grandma and grandpa and to spend the afternoon there. It was sunny and warm and spring-like. All the fields looked so pretty against the blue mountains. Easter is such a peaceful holiday, full of sweet colors and soft feelings of how blessed we are and how perfect God's plan is for us. I believe in Jesus Christ, in the love that He has for me and in the redeeming power of the atonement. I keep these things deep in my heart and know them to be true. I'm thankful that I know. It's the source of my greatest joy, knowing that we can be together forever and that death is not the end. It never could be. This great, expansive world we live in is evidence enough. All we have to do is look around. There is reflection of heaven in everything. And promise, too. After winter comes spring. The real spring where nothing (and no one) will ever wither again. What a joyous promise full of intention and love.

Love.   

I love springtime,

pink lipstick,

old pearls,

my Savior

and my family of men.

All three. 

Saturday evening at home:

Sunday morning goodies:
Slinkies, Lady and The Tramp dvd, a new truck for Sugar and a toy lawn trimmer for Morg, a new dress for me and candy for the Mister.