Happy Easter!

Easter just isn't Easter unless you color eggs. Tyler wasn't into it this year, but Claire and Rylie had fun with it.

The night before Easter, I sprained my ankle, so Tyler hid eggs for his sisters. Isn't he the best brother ever?

Since it is our last Easter with daffodils, we had to take our annual Easter pictures. Oh, and because the kids hate it and I do so love to torture them!

I know, Mom. You want copies of these. I'll get to them when I do the Christmas pictures. In other words, when we get to Houston, bring over your thumb drive and download them yourself off my computer! ;-)

I love the Easter season and have loved these 5 Springs in Wisconsin. Never has the Resurrection meant so much to me as it has here. When the weather is warm, we plant beautiful flowers, shrubs and trees. When the winter comes, everthing dies. Sticks. Down to the dirt. Gone. Dead. No way they are ever coming back. Then, in the spring, even before all the snow melts, daffodils and tulips begin to arise. Other greenery follows suit. Before your eyes, the winter is gone and the world is green again. It is truly a miracle. There are types and shadows of Christ all around us. Our loving Heavenly Father makes sure that we always remember Him, His Son, and the blessing of eternal life.