Weekend

 Friday we went to Trader Joe's to get the vanilla meringues for Sunday's dessert and when we got home we watched the last episode of Wolf Hall.  I finally had enough courage.

At the end, when Thomas Cromwell was on his way to be beheaded, I closed my eyes, covered my eyes and covered my ears.

I'm a lot of fun.

They didn't show any of the actual beheading, the screen just went dark.

Adam said, "Do you want to rewatch the last part since they didn't show the beheading?"

I said no.

Saturday we had lunch with Mark and went grocery shopping together.  Adam wanted to go to Cracker Barrel (in Springville) for lunch because he wanted to buy some of the bottles of unique root beer they have, so we went to Smith's Marketplace nearby for groceries.

Adam and I were shocked by prices and unfamiliar with the layout and ended up forgetting a lot of stuff.

We're Winco people now, that is all.

Later in the afternoon, Adam said he was going back to Winco and I said I would go with him.  Going to two groceries stores on the same day by myself would have been miserable, but going with Adam is a different matter altogether.

We got the actual stuff we needed and I made bran muffins for dinner.  Adam made us smoothies.  I told him it tasted like a salad (it was very kale, spinach and carrot heavy).  He added more berries and I added honey.  

It ended up being good.

Easter Sunday was a very nice day.  For one thing, Adam didn't have a lot of meetings.  I sang in the choir and cried my feelings through most of the meeting.  Adam had created a program with a lot of readings and singing and the ordinance of the sacrament was late in the program, which felt like kind of a climax and it was very powerful.  I was not the only one teary.  One of the priests was crying when he blessed the sacrament and if you don't think a teenage boy crying because he feels the Spirit would make me cry more, you would be wrong.

I felt very grateful for my Savior, Jesus Christ.  I am grateful for what He did so that I can be with my family again, I can repent and my grief can find a balm.  It is the best possible news.

After church, I made the dessert and set the table.

First things first.

Besides our two kids, we had Hyrum and his girlfriend, Alena, and Carolina.  We feasted like kings.  Emma picked a song for us to sing, we opened the Easter story eggs my mom made for us many years ago (the cloves still smell good!), and Adam did the Easter reading.

After everyone left, Adam and I took a walk in the PG cemetery which is one of our favorite places to walk.  Also, like I told him, I think there is something kind of poetic about walking in a cemetery on Easter.

Such a happy time!