Easter...

It was completely impossible to get all three boys to sit for a picture. They had eggs on the brain. Easter was good. Saturday night we had dinner with my aunt and grandparents. Jason and I worked in the nursery at church on Sunday. All the little girls had on their frilliest dresses. They were adorable.

Easter also marks my spiritual birthday. Easter week 2003 was when I became born again. So every year around this time I remind myself of what a wreck I was before Christ became the center of my life. I don't ever want to return to that.

I hope everyone else had a good Easter weekend.