I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking the kids to scout camp. I want there to be a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.
~Marjorie Pay Hinckley~

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Easter 2010

Our Easter is pretty much the same thing every year. We always go to grandma Debbie and Grandpa Rick's in Orangeville. I hope they don't get sick of us, because according to my kids, it wouldn't be Easter anywhere but there. Friday night we color our Easter eggs.

In honor of General Conference, Kaden made a Thomas S Monson egg.

Tyson's agent egg. He was crying because I took a picture of Kaden, but as soon as I turned the camera on him, he smiled. I just thought this was a cute picture.

The Easter bunny came Friday night and hid all the candy. I think this is Tyson's favorite part, seeing all the crazy places the Easter bunny hides the candy every year.

What a great mom! This is the only picture I took of Cambree at Easter.

MY favorite tradition is taking our eggs out to the desert and rolling them down the hill. I thought that is what everyone did, until I met my husband and he informed me that this is weird. Well, weird or not, it is a blast! Brennen had a grand old time "hatching" his eggs.

After we were done with the egg rolling, Aubree climbed clear to the top of the hill. I was so proud of her, because it was a scary thing for her to do, and she conquered her fears!
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