An Easter To Remember

We actually began our Easter on Saturday, with an Easter egg hunt at Oak Hills Elementary School, which doesn't look much different from when I attended back in the dark ages.  True to its name, it has some fun little scrub oak groves on the grounds, which make a fine imaginary forest if you are young enough (or  young at heart).

Keegan also had a great time on the playground. (It just so happens that below the window in the background is the place where I was first kissed by a girl. At that same moment I learned, tragically, that I was a much slower runner than most of my friends and at least two girls whose names I can't remember.  Thus began my stint as a favorite victim of "kissing tag."  Oh, the horror. . . )

Sunday began with a more Easter-appropriate activity.  We went to the cemetery and cleaned and decorated Grandma Carol's grave. 

We read from the Gospel of John, chapter  20, and taught the kids about the miracle of the resurrection, and why we believe in Christ.  It felt a lot better than simply anticipating a visit from the Easter bunny.

Later we did indulge in the fine Easter tradition of gift baskets filled with chocolate and other treats (how can anyone pass up those irresistible Cadbury mini-eggs?).  It took Keegan all of two minutes to find and unwrap the biggest chocolate easter egg in his basket.  He knew what to do with it, too.

In the middle of it all, Kate yelled from our deck saying that we had to come outside and see the birds.   We thought it strange that she would opt for birds over chocolate, but we went to see what she was so excited about. 

Amazingly, there were between 50 and 75 bald Eagles circling above our house.  You just don't see that every day.  We had a great time just watching them float higher and higher, until they disappeared.

The day ended with a family feast and a beautiful Bountiful sunset.  All told, a very good day.