I had decided I wasn't a big fan of Easter baskets - not wanting to teach our children to associate this most precious day - the reason we have hope in salvation - as one of colored eggs and chocolate candies (which, let's be honest, would definitely take precedence to a toddler mind). But since they had been gifted a plethora of small goodies from grandparents and great-grandparents alike (and since we happened to have three such baskets from years past), we filled the baskets anyway. Though, we opted to present them to the children today so the actual day of Easter could be reserved for celebration of the risen Savior.
And I'll admit, it was definitely fun showering them with baskets of goodies (purchased by others) and spending part of the day outside as they enjoyed the spring weather and a few of their new treasures. Not a bad day to celebrate the joy of life.
Three baskets ready for giving.
Entertaining herself with her brother's cheeks before Mommy and Daddy showed her what she was waiting for.
What is it?
Micaiah: "Oooh!"; Emmett: "Dandy!" (aka Candy); Joey: "Where's the milk?"
Exploring the contents. Emmett was kind of stuck on the candy idea and it was hard to get him to focus on anything else. But Daddy tried!
Micaiah loves new books!
Joey's still wondering where the milk is, but someday he'll appreciate these new stuffed friends.
Emmett, donning his new hat, waiting for breakfast.
Micaiah loved sipping milk through her new straw.
Breakfast, compliments of Chef Daddy.
Playing with bubbles.
Micaiah loved dancing with her new sheep. She's kind of adorable ;)
1,000 Gifts (inspired by the lists here and here):
213. Seeing an old favorite, back in theaters, with my beloved.
214. A daughter old enough to play games and memorize Bible verses.
215. Resurrection cookies sealed in the oven.
216. "Mommy!" and a hug from a little guy who missed his parents.
217. Breakfast and a clean kitchen compliments of my helpful husband.
218. "Mommy, can I get down on my own?" Always patiently asking before she clambers out of her seat like a big girl.
My Life: My Town
It's no small feat to claim three exits on an Oklahoma Highway, but what else would you expect from the town which can introduce itself as the founding place of Sonic (America's Drive-In) - which would be why we boast five in our relatively small radius - and even a mall (again, no small claim for an Oklahoma). Of course, we can always look to places like the Honey guy (my personal supplier of home-spun honey by his very own bees) selling on the side of the road to remember our small town roots.