Easter.

This past week was sweet.

Each day we remembered what had happened, almost two thousand years ago.

It ended with a long night of sewing, and a miraculous sunrise as I still sat at the table, finishing up.

I didn’t mind.  They felt beautiful and new.

After church, we drove up to our favorite place in the mountains and walked through the woods together and soaked it all in.

It was a perfect day.

The girls took off their shoes and tripped through the forest in bare feet.

(That one would go completely bare, not just the feet, if I let her.)

And all the while, my heart burst with gratitude for a Savior who has reached out to me this past month.

Words cannot express the renewed joy and gratitude I feel.

Blessed am I.