Our Easter weekend broke tradition.
Our celebration was much smaller than usual.
Jentry was with her Stenger family, Nathan and John were busy working the mad April rush of planting season, my parents were in Florida, and the Hamiltons were with the Hamiltons in Columbus.
This left me and the boys. My sweet, loud, busy, loving, crazy, naughty, adorable boys.
We enjoyed two wonderful days at the cabin.
We fished.
We took a drive to Kansas. (Mason's request)
We hunted eggs in the Alma Park.
We dug in the sand.
We took in the Holy Saturday sunset.
We had sunrise service in the hot tub.
We attended the Alma Berean Church where the boys joined the children's hand-bell choir. We got to witness cousin, Margi Ehrke, vulnerably share her story. A testimony that God is still in the business of changing lives!
We found Easter Baskets in the yard.
We stood in ah at the glorious clouds dotting the turquoise-blue sky.
No matter our traditions or ways of celebration, nothing will ever change the story nor the meaning of the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
He is risen indeed.
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