Every Easter my mom (Abbie) does an egg hunt. This year my grandma is turning 98 for Easter, so we did the egg hunt a week early.
All our cousins were there. Our group grows every year!
After all the eggs, but one, are found, the kids gather at the top of the hill to run down. There is always, without fail, one child who cannot find one of their eggs. One cute kid waiting to run down the hill.
Last year we began the tradition of reading and learning about the last week of Jesus' life before He was resurrected. The kids loved it last year so we dove right in this year.
Sunday was Palm Sunday. We talked about Jesus' Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem. We also waved these palm leaves and talked about the significance of waving white hankerchiefs at a temple dedication.
2 comments:
You are so awesome! Darnit, if only I had sharing time this Sunday! This would make a great sharing time :)
Your family is so great. I love the Easter pics.
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