On Saturday, the girls and a couple of their special friends visited the residents of a local assisted living center to deliver some little Easter baskets that they had crafted and filled.  When Vivi had to give up her last basket to one of the elderly ladies there, she threw herself on the floor and screamed in a fit of rage. The recipient of the gift was unmoved by the tantrum and, standing her ground, refused to give it back. Oh, how I love spunk in both young and old!

Taking a week off from his usual early-morning Sunday schedule, we enjoyed having BT with us.  But even with his help getting the kids ready, I was still a few minutes late to sacrament meeting. Oh, well.

I’d like to say that I did a good job this year of helping my children focus on the true meaning of this sacred holiday, but I fell short. I had grand plans of reviewing “The Greatest Week in History” and helping our family better understand the miraculous events leading up to Easter morn. I had hoped to make the day less about candy and more about Christ. Yet as I sit here and reflect upon my shortcomings, I am bouyed up by the blessings and promises of the Atonement. Tomorrow is fresh with no mistakes, and His infinite sacrifice makes it possible for me to try and try again when I don’t succeed.

Although I don’t pretend to understand everything He did for me in the sacred series of ‘Easter’ events, I am eternally grateful that Christ broke the bands of death, paid the price for my many sins, and provided a way for me to be together forever with those that I love.