Easter with three kids was somewhat more intimidating than Easter with two. Breakfast and worship and egg hunts and lunch and celebrations
and massive ingestion of pure sugar by the big kids all had to be choreographed with the baby's naptime needs in consideration. Which meant...
that the sweet baby was tired from sunup to sundown and the big girls were hyper at exactly the same time. But it was a good Easter. A blessed Easter. A colorful, hopeful Easter.
Followed by a beautifully early bedtime.
How about you -- was your Easter slow or jammed or peaceful or loud or candy-filled or feast-filled? However you celebrated, I hope you felt God's perfect love surrounding you!