Oh I forgot I could do more than one image 😂Here's to show the birthday boy (my sweet hubby) was involved in our Easter shenanigans as well 😍It was one of my most favorite Easters to date. It started with a "oh crap" (but I may not have used that exact word) and remembering we forgot to be the Easter Bunny the night before. Then a push to run once that was all squared away. A run that included many tears as I tried to put myself in the place of Jesus during each of the most important events. My heart broke thinking of how lonely he must've felt and how heart breaking it must've been knowing he would be betrayed and then denied by the very person who would be the rock he would build his church on and knowing he had to leave those he loved so much and loved him in return so he could save all of us. Then the pain of being beaten and carrying his own cross. And the unbearable pain of dying in the worse way possible. Then the joy of the resurrection. Honestly I have so much to say that it deserves its own blog post. My run was followed by our Sunday cinnamon roll breakfast and a powerful message at church of how we all need to be the Mary's by simply showing up because that's what we do (it was so beautiful I took notes). Then a family Easter "lunch" followed up by celebrating Bret's birthday with dinner at his parents and seeing how much we are all loved by them. Shew...it was a good one. The only thing that would've made it better is if all of my loved ones lived in the same town. I missed my family so much.
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  • priscillabphotographyOh I forgot I could do more than one image 😂Here's to show the birthday boy (my sweet hubby) was involved in our Easter shenanigans as well 😍It was one of my most favorite Easters to date. It started with a "oh crap" (but I may not have used that exact word) and remembering we forgot to be the Easter Bunny the night before. Then a push to run once that was all squared away. A run that included many tears as I tried to put myself in the place of Jesus during each of the most important events. My heart broke thinking of how lonely he must've felt and how heart breaking it must've been knowing he would be betrayed and then denied by the very person who would be the rock he would build his church on and knowing he had to leave those he loved so much and loved him in return so he could save all of us. Then the pain of being beaten and carrying his own cross. And the unbearable pain of dying in the worse way possible. Then the joy of the resurrection. Honestly I have so much to say that it deserves its own blog post. My run was followed by our Sunday cinnamon roll breakfast and a powerful message at church of how we all need to be the Mary's by simply showing up because that's what we do (it was so beautiful I took notes). Then a family Easter "lunch" followed up by celebrating Bret's birthday with dinner at his parents and seeing how much we are all loved by them. Shew...it was a good one. The only thing that would've made it better is if all of my loved ones lived in the same town. I missed my family so much.

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