Easters Weekend

I love that line in Nacho Libre about Easters, and ever since then, Easter has never been pronounced the same in my household.

Thursday:
I was so excited for my first Easter with Lance.
I though up the plan of surprising him with a tight Easter basket Sunday morning.
I went to the store Thursday and bought all the goods and by the time I came home,

I couldn't wait until Sunday to show it to him. So I told him to wait in the bedroom and I'd

bring it to him.

After I put it all together, I made him act like he was waking up on Sunday morning and was surprised.
The Easter bunny knew exactly what earrings I had been eyeing.

Friday:

As a little girl, I used to love Easter cause I knew that meant I would get a pretty new dress.

And why should that stop now?

Especially now that I have a husband to match with?!
So I went out and got us a matching outfit! Can't wait till we have kids to make the matching even more fun.

I have seen tutorials all over the internet for the fabric flowers and decided to make one for my dress. It was so easy and was done in like 8 minutes.

Saturday:

We went to the wards primary Easter egg hunt and watched the poor little kids try to find the eggs that bigger kids threw into the ivy brush that was at least calf high.

Very funny to watch.

I boiled about 25 eggs as I volunteered to bring deviled eggs to each of our families Easter meals.

I'm so happy Lance agreed to dye eggs with me.
I worried he wouldn't be into it, but turns out he's was better/more creative than me.

I think he has been racking his brain with ideas for months.

We used many tools as you can see

*Note the thick manly beard*

My friend from high school had her baby Friday so we went to visit her.

Logan was such a little cutie with lots of reddish hair!

Here is a picture of him in the whale onsie I had made for him.

Sunday:

We went to church in our cute matchy outfits.

I battled 10 sugar loaded 6 and 7 year olds in primary.

We ate two huge Easter meals.

Came home and crashed.

*Note a fresh shaved face*

This has only happened three times since we've been together.

Through out that whole week I always had the Savior on my mind and the sacrifice He made. When it came to Sunday my heart was full and I could feel the spirit so strong telling me how much He loved me. I am so grateful for this time of year to reflect upon the life of the Savior and the impact He has in my life.