On Sunday, Kate wore her pretty Easter dress (a smocked sundress from Baby Gap that I bought on eBay for $.99) and a big pink bow. I hated bows as a kid, and am still picky about them, but I think Kate looks adorable.
Daddy carried her around the church yard for the Easter egg hunt, and she did well for a while, but started to lose it when her diaper got wet. (This may be awful, but I think baby-meltdown photos are hilarious. We have one from St. Patrick's Day where she's really red and screaming. It's cute.)
After church, we went to Granna and Opa's house for lunch, and took some family photos, all in our pink.
With all the child-centered activities, I admit it was easy to let the real meaning of the holy day slip into the background if we weren't careful. The 10am service, however, was a great celebration of Jesus' resurrection and conquest over death. Matt preached on Jesus' message of radical inclusion and acceptance, and we observed communion with the sung responses, which as a former pseudo-Episcopalian (for a couple years in college) I found spiritually exhilerating.
Blessings to you all. Christ is Risen!