He is risen

I'm a bit late for an Easter post, but that is okay, right? As the liturgist at church asked: if the resurrection is as significant as Christians believe it to be, then why don't we celebrate Easter for longer than just one day? Me? I need to ponder the cross again and again --to see that Jesus entered our messy world and willingly took the wrath of God so that we might know God.

After the service we attempted another family shot with about the same success rate as last year.

And then Noah smothered me with tickles. (I know, I need to cut his mullet. I'm getting there. In my defense, it was extra poufy that day.)

Following church, we headed over to Nana and Boppa (his new name) Potoshnick's home for a celebration dinner and egg hunt. Noah was all about finding eggs and depositing them in the basket. Ella was more of a delegator--she'd spot and egg and then tell Noah to go and get it.

Discovering that the eggs actually have stuff inside.

Following dinner, the kids devoured candy and then insisted the Aunt Liz and Uncle Stephan lift them high in the air over and over and over again.

Matt and I got such a kick out of watching them approach their baskets once we were home. Ella opened each egg and dumped the treasures in her basket. Noah made neat piles of each item.

So there you have it --Easter greetings from the Potoshnick clan.