Easter

We had a wonderful Easter here in the States.

Here we are dyeing eggs.

All he used was blue. He just dropped his in and then took it out. Repeat. Until he spilled all the blue on the floor.

I don't know who enjoyed them more, Papa or Kenan. :)

Caroline came to watch

Easter morning. It was a beautiful spring day. Brett, my dad, and I went to the sunrise service which was very nice. We then came home to take some pictures. The boys were so excited to go to church. They ran in shouting, "He is risen! He is risen! He is risen indeed!" A memory I hope I never forget.

Me and my boys

Dawson learned to go all the way across the monkey bars just the day before.

sweet love for daddy

all my handsome boys

this is Silas

Kenan and his best bud Grandma

I think he was trying to pout but he looked precious

Waiting for the easter egg hunt

Dawson took our picture

This was one of my favorite Easters. Our former pastor, whom I've mentioned before, gave me a deep love for Easter and showed us what it meant to rejoice in the day. I have missed being with him on Easter and seeing him praise the Lord from the top of his lungs. This year we were at North Ridge and it was simply amazing. We walked out overflowing. Incredibly worshipful service. Such a great last week before coming back to Mali. What a blessing. It was an honor to worship in His presence. So thankful for a wonderful day to celebrate our Risen Lord. All that week Dawson had me sing "He lives!" before bed. What a great song to sing again and again!