
I am now down to only 5 eggs; each time I crack one open it gets
harder and harder to decide which beauty should be destroyed next.
It breaks my heart to see the colorful art eliminated one by one :(
This past Easter Sunday was a perfect day. Reflecting on things of weightier consequences, Conference, feasting, friends, family, conversation, beauty, etc. And, WOW: I had forgotten how much intensive eating was involved with Easter. I put its holiday-induced emphasis on meals third in line after only Thanksgiving and Christmas. What a perfect day. My friend got tickets to the Sunday morning sesh at the Conference Center (thanks Hayley!), and we had "great seats" on the floor (don't you love how people always brag about their General Conference seats, as if it were a Bon Jovi concert or something??). That was followed by not one but TWO incredible Feasters mooched off of two great families (thanks Emily & Richs/Thaynes!). Earlier that weekend, I had the wonderful opportunity to attend yet another Easter party, complete with dying my own personal carton of eggs (thanks Runolfsons!).

My main goal for the day was to be photographed for the
May issue of the Ensign. Try as I might, all I could
muster was this mock-shot. Next year I will wear something
that makes me look more like a sister missionary; cowboy
boots aren't really church publication-material.
Switching to homemaker mode: if you're not sure what to do with those semi-gross hollow chocolate easter bunnies (does anyone actually enjoy eating them??), take my advice and put them to good use: Strawberries were on sale for 97 cents, so we melted down our poor crushed bunnies and made something far more delicious:
Yes, your math skills prove you right. I couldn't wait to to
take a picture before eating 4 of the strawberries.