Easter 2011

I love Easter, or as some call it, Resurrection Day. I think it might just be my favorite holiday. It just has so much meaning in the life of a Christian; so much power. There is nothing that means more than Jesus' death on the cross, and His resurrection and ascension to Heaven.

Nothing.

As with Christmas and Jesus' birth, I struggle to wrap my mind around it. So much so that it's almost appealing to not even try, and simply go through the motions instead. Maybe munch on a few candy eggs.

But I'm blessed to say, this year I was able to capture some moments of time where I could dwell on the meaning of Easter, read the scriptures, and open my heart up to its meaning. It did me good, and my hope is that our celebration of the day was pleasing to the Lord.

I can say for certain that our celebration of the day was definitely pleasing to Little Blue Eyes and Miss Peaches... They awoke to Easter baskets, then we had a delicious breakfast at church, followed by a wonderful service. We enjoyed an awesome dinner at one auntie's house, and then the following activities at another aunties house...

Easter egg hunting.

Easter egg coloring.

And hanging out with their lambs!

Lambs!

Lambs! Lambs! Lambs!

I can't think of anything better to do on Easter Sunday. Their little baby baaaaaa-ing... So sweet!

This one captured my heart, as his mama has decided not to take care of him and he's now being bottle fed by my nephew.

(My nephew, who is their shepherd, by the way.)

So, when I saw him lying by himself in the grass, I just had to scoot over and take some pictures of him...

"Aww, sweet baby," I thought.

"How could your mama not want you?" I pondered, squatting in front of him, taking his cute little picture.

But as I pondered and clicked away, his mother, who very much did want him, approached quite boldly and got us out of the vicinity of her baby.

Turned out I had the wrong lamb. And in my clicking and squatting and pondering, had inadvertently gotten between a mother and her baby.

Never a good idea.

I don't like it when someone gets between me and my babies either.

Thankfully his mother was very gracious and forgave and forgot as soon as her little one was back by her side.

It didn't take long before all the babies were tired, and I got to enjoy a few minutes of relaxing in their green pasture.

Not too shabby a way to spend your Easter Sunday. Not too shabby at all.