Mine is making sure the kids have a good time, but ensuring they know why we celebrate this precious occasion and what it means to us as a family.
Easter to me means family, love, celebration, rejoicing in new life and new beginnings, and most of all the One who suffered laid it all down for us. For silly old me. Because He loves me.
Last Easter was a strange one as we were all just hanging in there. Breakfast was being made for me while I laid in a hot bath and sobbed. Family stepped in and took over where I couldn't. It was amazing and beautiful and sad all at once. This year we were a bit more awake, as we took it as a chance to get some jobs done around the house that had fallen behind. The kids did a easter egg hunt for the adults, which was just as much fun. Especially when Johnny kept finding the ones he hid and ate them anyway!
I am so thankful for so much.
|French Toast with Caramelised Pears and fresh mango...YUM!|
|Easter Sunday Breakfast|
|After falling over on his knee...|
|I got a flower for you mum!|
If you are ever in Devonport, and its not raining, and your kids are hyped up on chocolate; then this is the place to take them. There is a walking track with lots of bush, high hills to roll down, rocky crops to climb, cabbage and palm trees to swing off, Mt Vic to gaze at, caves to pretend you're a bird, a wee letter box to post pretend letters. A world of imagination come alive when taking these three for a walk. Mt Cambria, an old mountain that was quarried away last century and now is a peaceful reserve. But be warned...there's no toilets.
|Wee John still trying to get some sympathy for that knee...|
|Spotting the Rosella in the top of the tree...|