For the past few years we have been spending Easter here in town with our church. We would have a dinner and an egg hunt (gasp) at church. This year we decided to go home and be with my family for Easter because we hadn't been home since Christmas.
Maynard has to work every Saturday so we couldn't leave until he got home. I spent Saturday packing for our overnight trip. I hate packing. It's not so bad if you just need casual clothes and pj's threw in a suitcase, but throw in a church service and it gets crazy. Especially when you have a girly girl. It's not shirt, pants, socks, and shoes. It's dress, sandals, sweater, hairbow, slip, accessories, and on and on. Easter is extra stressful too when packing. You want them to look their best, but yet it's all new clothes and you ain't real sure everything is gonna fit or look right. You aren't going to be home to make any quick fixes or changes so this it. (Yes. I have issues. Deep rooted issues) ha ha
Oh and I had to worry about getting all their Easter basket goodies into the car without them seeing it or praying the chocolate bunnies didn't melt on the way.
See. One thing you all will soon learn about me is that I worry about frivolous things. I sweat the small stuff and just don't worry about stuff that would actually make sense to worry about. Lol
Now that I got that off my chest.........
We had several egg hunts to choose to go to that day and I had lots to do, so I chose one about 2 miles from my house. I figured let the kids hunt eggs, get some candy and head home and pack the car. Except when it was time to go to the egg hunt the kids were asking for their baskets. Which was a legite concern. The only problem was they were already packed cutely and hidden in a garbage bag ready to be packed away. I kinda groaned about forgetting about that small detail. So I ran back in the house and dumped their baskets out into the garbage bag and carried the empty baskets back to the car. Oh well. That wouldn't take me too long to redo.
We got to the egg hunt and I discovered I had to be in 3 different lines since I had 3 different kids fitting different age groups. So that was interesting, but it worked out. I may or may not have went behind the tables and grabbed registration slips rather than getting back in another line. After we registered we went into the gym of the church and sat down at tables. We waited and waited. 12 o' clock came and passed. But it was worth it. Lo and behold there was pizza and Capri suns laid out before us. So what if we had to sit through a Christian band playing loud music and singing songs that I never actually heard the words too. (I thought only holiness churches were guilty of that). We even got to hear a small sermon about an empty Easter egg that represented the empty tomb of Jesus. Except no one was listening. I felt horrible for the preacher dude who just kept on talking as if he had everyone's attention. Finally it was time for the egg hunt. Once again my kids went in all directions. I decided to hang tight with Amelia though. She might would stop and stare at someone's pretty shoes or sparkly outfit and forget to pick up the eggs. My kids each found probably 40 or more eggs. Let me clarify the word "found". Why is it when we were little we really had to "hunt" for the eggs? They wasn't just thrown all over the ground for you to just bend down and pick them up. By George we climbed trees and crawled under bushes to find our eggs. And not only that...... We actually dyed eggs and hunted them without even expecting prizes. It was just for fun. We might have one lucky egg where we would win money, but that was it and we didn't care a bit. Now every egg has to have prize even if they didn't have to "hunt" it, but just reach down and pick it up.
Ok. I'm done with that now. I know, I know. I may consider a bit of counseling in my future.
We went home and I literally watched in horror as my carpet became egg and candy wrapper covered. Are my kids the only ones who has to devour everything at once???
Kinda made me glad I put beef jerky in our eggs for the Harper egg hunt.
Maynard finally got home and we headed out.
A few hours later we had arrived and was greeted at the van by cousins who were excited to see their cousins.
We ate a quick supper and soon it was time for the egg hunt.
At the words "go" kids came flying out everywhere.
I gave up trying to get pictures with 13 kids running all over the yard. I did get a few of this pretty girl because she wasn't as fast as the others. Ha ha. Her Mom may disagree.
We got a group picture of all the cousins. We were missing 3, but here is 13/16.
The kids played and had a blast. I was glad for warm weather so they could enjoy being outside instead of cooped up in the house.
After baths that night it didn't take long for my kids to go to sleep. It had been a long day.
We went to my parents church and enjoyed their Easter service with them.
Took a few pics afterward and then had lunch at Texas Roadhouse. And so you know, I totally chose to go there. Ha ha. I love their steak kabobs.
I have 3 brothers but they wasn't at church with us.
I know. We didn't match. Amelia refused to wear her gingham dress that matched the boys gingham shirts. But in her defense she was with me when we picked out her dress and shoes that she is wearing. Her heart was set on that outfit so I didn't push it. At least they all have bright colors on. My outfit was very last minute and maynard just picked something out of the closet. I need to do better next year. I'm slowly losing my Easter outfit Matching burden. Lol
After lunch we made it back to our home church and was glad we did. We had a great service and it just felt good to be back home.
And I don't want to close out this post without giving thanks to God for sending His son to die and rise again so that we all might be saved. That's truly what Easter is about. I remember one year I was so upset because I had bought the boys matching socks to wear with their Easter outfits. They were the cutest socks ever and completed their outfit. I searched high and low looking for their socks and couldn't find them anywhere. I knew I had packed them, but they were no where to be found. It just ruined my day. I was moping around when The Lord really pierced my heart. It wasn't supposed to be about how good my kids looked and if they had matching socks on. It was a day of celebrating the resurrection of Jesus. I remember bowing my head in the bedroom and asking God to forgive me. It wasn't a few minutes later I came across their socks. All was right in the world again. Ha ha. Sometimes The Lord just needs to line us out real good.
We had a great Easter and hope y'all did too.
I need to do a collage of our past Easters. I may do that soon. I'm too lazy to do it right now.
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