Easter Egg Hunt! :)

Amy had her first Easter-egg hunt... we tried telling her that eggs represent new life, and that Jesus made it possible for us to have new life, but she mainly gets that eggs come from chickens. :)












She really enjoyed finding all the eggs.











Here's our little blue eyes -- she has been constipated this past week, poor baby, but thankfully we're on the mend. She'd eaten solid foods for almost a month before she had problems with it, but now we're back to solely breastfeeding.








She's quite flexible, just like Amy. She's also going to have almost all her teeth on top in the next few weeks... she has to date: two center bottom teeth, her left front tooth and the one next to it, and her right canine. I can only imagine the ones in between will come soon.








It is kind of a bitter-sweet day... sweet because we get to have an easter egg hunt and treats, bitter because we have a funeral to help with of a baby.
I cannot fathom losing a child, or how difficult that would be to lose one shortly after birth with all the medical expenses already on top of you. I've been thinking a lot more about the resurrection and about how grateful I am for it. My favorite talk about the resurrection is "Sunday will come" by Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin. I include part of it here:

"The Resurrection is at the core of our beliefs as Christians. Without it, our faith is meaningless. The Apostle Paul said, “If Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and [our] faith is also vain.”

In all the history of the world there have been many great and wise souls, many of whom claimed special knowledge of God. But when the Savior rose from the tomb, He did something no one had ever done. He did something no one else could do. He broke the bonds of death, not only for Himself but for all who have ever lived—the just and the unjust.

When Christ rose from the grave, becoming the firstfruits of the Resurrection, He made that gift available to all. And with that sublime act, He softened the devastating, consuming sorrow that gnaws at the souls of those who have lost precious loved ones.

I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross.

On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth.

Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day they stood triumphant.

On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain.

Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross.

On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.

On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.

It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.

I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.

But the doom of that day did not endure.

The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.

And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.

I testify to you that the Resurrection is not a fable."

I also testify that I know that Christ's resurrection makes our hope and happiness possible, and makes it possible for us to be reunited with our families and live forever with them when we are sealed by the holy priesthood in God's Temples. I am grateful for this knowledge, and only hope that I can always retain my testimony of these things. We hope you have a wonderful Easter and remember Him can smile and be filled with hope. "Uns zur Freud ist er geboren, denn sonnst waeren wir verloren. Er vertreibet alles Weh." (He was born for us to bring us joy, because without Him we'd be lost. He will cast away/heal all sorrow)