This year, I was not going to do it that way. We got out of the door with twenty minutes to spare. But it was SO windy at the park, that I only got a few pictures where at least one girls' face wasn't covered in her own windswept hair.
By the time we got to church (three blocks away), their carefully done hair (and mine) was a rat's nest with ribbons.Then the twirly skirts got the better of them. They couldn't help themselves!
This last one is my favorite. The girls delighting in the springiness of the day, the twirlyness of the skirts; the boy surrounded. He is one lucky kid.
I loved having the Easter program the week before Easter. Now we have this whole week to celebrate and remember. We can have the eggs, candy and baskets next Sunday morning and I won't worry that the Atonement/Resurrection teachings will be pushed to the side.
Motherhood is the best.