Easter

I love this time of year.

The snow is melting and nearly nonexistent. We’re teased with days of warm weather, reminding us of the world that exists outside of our homes. The birds, and squirrels are returning to our yard, and Ledger peers out our front window watching runners and mom’s pushing strollers down our street, desperately wishing he could join them outside.

As spring rolls around each year, there’s a feeling of hope as we visit Preslee’s headstone at the cemetery. The return of chirping birds creates a peaceful feeling to our visits.

Last week during church, I was asked to bare testimony on the resurrection to the Primary children in our ward. I taught the children about the similarities we will experience one day in the future - Christ was laid in a tomb, and Preslee was buried in a cemetery. Christ rose again, and so will Preslee. She’ll be reunited with her physical body, just like Christ was. A day I dream about often when I’ll be able to hold her in my arms again. Christ visited Mary outside of the tomb, and Pat and I will be there next to her when she resurrects. I became emotional as I testified that I knew there will be a day when Patrick and I will be able to watch Preslee physically interact with her three younger brothers. I testified that because of everything Christ did for us, our family has the opportunity to be together forever.

What is more hopeful than that?

I hope you all have an incredible Easter weekend. And though I’m thrilled to hide Ledger’s Easter basket, I’m equally excited to begin teaching him about how the resurrection impacts our little family.