Easter Recap

We rallied the troops last week and readied our house for our annual Passover Seder.  This year my Uncle Keith and Aunt Leanna were in attendance, which made the meal all the more special.

The brisket we served at the Seder.  I made it he day before and sent the picture to my uncle as a pre-event teaser.  He received the photo while he was on the tractor.  How amazing is today's technology?

We attended our church's Maundy Thursday service as a family and then Matt and I took Paul to the Good Friday service the next evening.  Before church, we tried to take Paul to dinner at our favorite little Mexican restaurant, but were greeted with this sign, "Closed early to celebrate the Passion of Our Lord."  That was neat to see.  So Paul got a rare chance to eat at his favorite burger joint, which is were he wanted to eat in the first place.

When we got home from church that night, we gathered the whole family and read through the account of Jesus' death and added the corresponding ornaments to our Easter Tree.  (We use Ann Voskamp's Easter Tree Devotional for this.)

We spent Saturday doing chores and getting ready for Resurrection Sunday.  Liz (with the help of Grandma Dianne) altered a vintage dress I had gotten Grace a couple of years ago so that Grace could wear it on Sunday.  We also had Matt's mom and dad over for dinner.

Sunday morning we put the last ornament on the Easter tree and had a nice big breakfast.  Then we ran around like chickens with our heads cut off getting ready for church.  Not exactly praise worthy behavior.  But we made it to church--on time no less.

Daddy got a picture of all of his girls after church.  Liz wore the dress she made, Grace wore her vintage dress.  Lydia wore the Easter dress Grandma Dianne sewed for Grace years ago, then Liz wore it when it was her turn.  This year it was Lydia's turn.  I wore Walmart couture.

Right after church, we scooted to my uncle's farm for a big family gathering and a feast befitting of the occasion.  The guys (and some of the gals) participated in the annual trap shoot.  Paul had been my gopher all weekend, packing things into the van all day Saturday and then on Sunday, too.  He hadn't forgotten one thing.  However, on the way to the farm, he realized he hadn't packed his newly restored Springfield rifle.  We were too far into the journey to turn back.  Poor Paul. He'll have to shoot the gun for the first time at a later date.  He'll invite the man who gave him the gun. The man never thought the gun would shoot again, so it'll be a treat for him as well.  Paul did get to shoot the 22 on Sunday.  He had fun setting up various targets, including Uncle Si.  I don't think the real Uncle Si would mind one bit. 

An egg I found in the egg carton the day after Easter.  It was marked with a 5 for the date and the words "He is risen.  He is risen indeed.  Allelulia."  What a sweet boy our Paul is, even if his handwriting is terrible.