Easter Sunday

There's always too much going on and not enough quiet time to think and write.  And I know.  Everyone has the same 24 hours as everyone else.  I know that my most favorite blogs to follow are those of people who are out doing things, filling their days with stories and taking time in the quiet mornings or evenings to reflect and tell.  I've just got to get that balance right.

Easter this year was just as it should be.  Surrounded by family. All family.  Alaska played her part of princess well, in her froofy dress.  It was seriously a ballerina tutu attached to the cutest top complete with appliqued flowers.  Maybe a little over-board, but if you're going to get a dress for a special occasion I feel it's go big or go home.  And sure, Alaska, you can quote me on that any dance you are chosen for court and your special prom.  We'll have to set up some limitations on that wedding dress, though.  Those things can be a little outrageous but hopefully you will be raised right and it won't be a problem.

Sunday mornings are always full of showers and good smelling lotions, but this Easter Sunday was complete with special occasion dress and hairbow.  I wasn't able to listen to all of sacrament meeting since I had to take Alaska out for a nap and that always includes taking her outside and walking around the building while she screams at the top of her lungs for being swaddled for some sleep, but as I left in my own new Easter dress and manicured nails,  I could feel the spirit as the speakers bore testimony of Christ and his sacrifice of love for us.

A quote from Pres. Monson comes to mind:

"No words in Christendom mean more to me than those spoken by the angel to the weeping Mary Magdalene and the other Mary when, on the first day of the week, they approached the tomb to care for the body of their Lord. Spoke the angel:

 

“Why seek ye the living among the dead?

 

“He is not here, but is risen.”    

 

Our Savior lived again. The most glorious, comforting, and reassuring of all events of human history had taken place—the victory over death. The pain and agony of Gethsemane and Calvary had been wiped away. The salvation of mankind had been secured. The Fall of Adam had been reclaimed.

 

In our hour of deepest sorrow, we can receive profound peace from the words of the angel that first Easter morning: “He is not here: for he is risen. ~ Thomas S. Monson.