Spring & Easter, Etc: For Lucy (Re. Easter)

Spring break wasn't long enough. It was such fun having you home every minute. You helped with the spring cleaning.

You did a lot of spring reading.

During conference we painted and assembled egg carton Easter baskets for the young women.

You were the sweetest Easter Bunny in town.

(And no one appreciated your visit like Sis. Weaver. I'm so glad you love her.)

A few weeks ago I registered you for Kindergarten. It was traumatizing. I am so loath for you to leave home EVERYDAY. And yet, while I wish your carefree, pre-school days could linger, I am truly delighted by your growth and your ever expanding understanding.

 

We did our Easter walk (idea from this book - thanks, Grandma!) on the temple grounds. And it was memorable.

 

   

 

In past years we've never discussed the painful parts of the Easter story with you - beyond a simple acknowledgement of Christ's death. You were too young. But this year you took in the extra details with sober attention. You grimaced as we described a crown made of thorns, the weight of Christ's heavy cross, the sharp nails driven into his hands and feet.

 

Those discussions made our Easter rejoicing even more joyful.  We made resurrection rolls together while Dad attended the priesthood session of conference.

You understood the various symbols and even came up with your own:

"Hey, it looks like a heart!" you said as I rolled out the dough for one of the rolls, "Because Jesus loves us so much!"

When Dad came home, you ran to my side, posed, and said (in such a way that I cannot adequately describe): "Aren't we in our aprons?" And then you continued: "The oven is on! Something is cooking! We just did the dough and put butter and spices and the cinna...and the...whatever...and we put a marshmallow and just rolled it up!'

The "tombs" were empty (excitement).
And you thought they were yummy.
But I didn't think anything was as yummy as you.
Thanks for the happy Eastering, Lucy girl.