Easter 2015

Every year Spring rolls around I seriously contemplate whether or not what I've know to be true is, actually, really true. Is fall really my favorite season? Because Spring feels so nice. I mean, I've always known my favorite season to be fall. I know once fall's bronze winds come knocking at my door, that truth will ring true once more...but....am I really, truly sure Spring isn't my favorite? Its an inner debate I face every year.

This year, Easter fell on General Conference. It's something that happens rarely enough that there should be a special name for it like, Easter Plus or Weekend of Joy, because joyful is what this last weekend was.

Saturday my sister did BBQ lunch and Phil and I did the Easter egg hunt for the kiddos. I tried to mix it up a little this year with some camoflauge eggs that looked like rocks and grass as well as a silver and gold egg that had some mula inside. It was preeety, stinkin' exciting, if I do say so myself.

Sunday was bliss. We learned from Christmas and told the kids that they couldn't come out of their rooms until 7 am. We all leisurely woke up, enjoyed Easter baskets, ate cinnamon rolls for breakfast and watch General Conference in our jammies. I mean, does life get any better than that? I'm really not sure it does.