And it has been a happy one. We had candy, we had cinnamon rolls, we had hard boiled eggs, and we went to church. We have spent time as a family, which is the best part of all. Today when we came home from church I asked Gabriel, as I do every Sunday, "what did you do in primary today?". He ran off for a second and came back with the cutouts of a "cave", "rock", and "Jesus" and proceded to tell us the story of how "Jesus died and was put in the cave and the rock was put in front of the cave to keep him in, but after three days he came back alive and when they looked for him in the cave he was gone, but then he came back and there were angles and he was alive". The whole while he was moving the cut outs around to go with the story he was telling. We could tell that he had closely watched as his wonderful and patient primary teacher had taught him this lesson. We are so grateful to her for all she teaches him and how lovingly she gives of her time to be with these very young children of our Father in Heaven. And I am grateful for our son who came home and shared what he had learned about his Savior.
I am so blessed to have such amazing, beautiful spirits placed in my care. How have I been so blessed? I know that my Savior and my Father in Heaven love me. I felt today, as I sat in Church, a need to make my relationship with them so much stronger. I begin the only place I can and that is the present. I want my children to learn every day about who they are, why they are here, and where they come from. I want them to FEEL of their Savior's love for them through me. I am so glad though that I'm not the only one teaching them. They have their Dad, who loves us all very much. They have their grandparents, who have paved the way by sticking to the gospel even when it was hard. They have Aunts and Uncles and Cousins, who we are blessed to be very close to. And they have amazing friends and teachers, who are always willing to love my children.
Yes, it's been a good day. I know my Savior lives. I know that he suffered for me and that he died for me. I know that he lives again and that he is MY advocate to the Father. I know that he has done this for each one of us and in my small, insufficient way, I am grateful. I wish you a Happy Easter as well.