I have two favorite memories from this Easter. The first was funny. Whenever anyone would hand my girls an egg (real or plastic) they would try and crack it. To most people it might have looked like banging. But I knew all that cooking with me is sinking in. It was fun to see them connect eggs with cracking them for baking. The other memory is more serious but still sweet. On the way to the Easter party Grace and I were discussing what Easter is really about. We were talking about how Jesus came and died so we could be in Heaven with God some day. I expressed that I really wanted to be in Heaven with God. Grace said, "Me too, our baby is there, and I want to hold her and feed her." I'm so thankful that she trusts God is caring for our baby. And it gave me a whole new reason to be thankful Jesus died & rose again for me.

