Hoppy Easter

We dyed our eggs on Saturday in preparation for Easter. After skipping this important part of the holiday the past couple of years, Patch thought what we were doing was so new and exciting.
On Sunday morning, Curly went downstairs to make sure the Easter Bunny had arrived. The kids waited impatiently on the top of the stairs.

Luckily, Peter Rabbit came. He stays with us all day. It's quite magical. When no one is looking, he hops around like the bunny he is. But as soon as the kids look his way, *POOF!* he turns into a stuffed animal. After a fun day with our family, Curly takes him back to his family in the forest. This is the same tradition my family had growing up. I could just picture the Easter Bunny sitting in the front seat, with his seat belt on, having a conversation with my dad.

Peter Rabbit had hidden the eggs we colored, so Mini-me and Patch got to hunt the eggs in the dining room.

It was a good time. But more important than a bunny and eggs, we talked about the meaning of Easter. We shared with our kids that we know that He rose from the tomb on that special, holy day. We told them that while He is the Savior of the world, He is also our personal Savior, and that He loves them very much.