Easter

Yesterday after the end of General Conference, Adam found me with tears in my eyes.  By way of explanation, I told him I was full.

I couldn't explain it...I was full of inspiration, peace, gratitude, joy.  But since he's Adam, he Understood.

Besides the satisfying spiritual feast, we also delighted in these:

finnish rye bread, edam cheese, cucumbers...life is good

After Conference and our happy reunion with our Emma, we convened at Geri's house.  She magnanimously hosted us all after being gone four days.

The children were all sequestered in the family room with blinds tightly closed while the adults hid the eggs.

When there's candy involved, even teenagers aren't too old to carry around a pastel basket and fill it with eggs.

As old as any of them get though, uncle Scott is still the only one that can climb on top of the swingset to get the eggs that invariably get hidden there.

 Mark was the first to spot them.

Traditions bind families together.  Even families that have had a year battered with loss.

Maybe more than the traditions, the binds that make us whole and feel like we can rejoice is the sure knowledge we have.

Because of Christ.

Because of the Atonement.

Because of the temple.

We'll be together.