easter 2010

I wanted to take a quick picture of the boys before church this morning. I mean really quick, so we stayed indoors…it started out like this:

Then it got a little better, at least the eyes are not squinched {is that a word?}

Oh so cute, and there’s Boone’s belly sticking out.

   

After an awesome time at church we headed to Grammy’s house. Where we got lots o’ candy.

Did you say no more candy? Oh! just one more. Yay!

My oldest cowboy checking out the eggs.

And sharing candy.

Andy with his Dad, Papaw, and the boys. And Nana and Aunt Megan.

Aunt Megan with Wyatt, Andy’s little sister. Today was her 13th birthday! It’s hard to believe she was 5 when we got married, almost Wyatt’s age….ahhhh, he’s going to be 13 in 8 years! I think Wyatt looks like Megan, not sure what’s up with his hair and his squinted eyes, but the skin tone, the mouth, nose…Aunt Meg is so great with our boys!

Boone trying to go through every egg to find candy {that we finally had to hide}.

    

Sweet Grammy loving on the boys.

 

Can’t tell you how much I love this one.

 

These little cowboys LOVE LOVE LOVE their Great-Grammy!

And our family picture that Boone isn’t looking and trying to escape, I’m way off to the side, Andy’s not ready, and Wyatt is actually kind of smiling.

I’ve learned this year it’s not about the clothes, because we didn’t buy anything new {but I wanted to} {and Marla thanks for letting us borrow the ties…they got some sweet compliments and I love how they looked on the boys, you rock!}, it’s not about the hair {because I wanted to get mine cut but I didn’t}, it’s not about dying Easter eggs {because I wanted to, we could just never get around to it}, it’s not about decorating your house {again, I wanted to but God had other plans for us}.

It’s about my Redeemer. That HE LIVES. It’s by His wounds we are healed. {Isaiah 53:5} It’s about praising Him. It’s about thanking Him. It’s about glorifying Him. It’s about what He did on the cross so that we could spend eternity with Him.

O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.

O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.

O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.

In the words of Wyatt, age 4:

“Jesus is dead on the cross, what I’m trying to say is, he died on the cross.”

“Jesus is our Good Shepherd.”

“I’m so mad he died. I’m mad. Not sad. Mad.”

“Mommy, I’m happy. Happy that Jesus died on the cross…for us.”