Before Issa was born, Brad and I taught a Sunday School class, and Brad made this set of drawings (shaped like eggs) that tell the story of Holy Week. Issa and Daddy have told the story several times with the drawings, and I'm sure we will tell it several mores time over the next few weeks. It's one of those stories we just never get tired of telling or hearing.
This blog won't capture the major milestones of life. Instead, this is the place where I hope to capture the little day to day realities of life...the little things that I want to remember when the little handprints have faded away.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
It's Easter Time!
We decorated for Easter yesterday! Bunnies are hopping across our mantle, stuffed bunnies and lambs are everywhere, the bunny table runner is already making Brad crazy, and this ginormous basket of eggs has been dumped and picked up more times than I can count. Issa is helping Evan practice for the Easter Bunny, and we're all enjoying the look of spring since our temperatures plummeted this weekend. (We might even see some flurries tonight!) But, the highlight has been what Issa found inside the eggs...
Before Issa was born, Brad and I taught a Sunday School class, and Brad made this set of drawings (shaped like eggs) that tell the story of Holy Week. Issa and Daddy have told the story several times with the drawings, and I'm sure we will tell it several mores time over the next few weeks. It's one of those stories we just never get tired of telling or hearing.
Before Issa was born, Brad and I taught a Sunday School class, and Brad made this set of drawings (shaped like eggs) that tell the story of Holy Week. Issa and Daddy have told the story several times with the drawings, and I'm sure we will tell it several mores time over the next few weeks. It's one of those stories we just never get tired of telling or hearing.
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