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.
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