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Our Easter Eggs are Blue!




When I was a little girl, my dad colored eggs with me every Easter.  He carried the tradition on to coloring with my children as well.  It was fun to watch Aunty Amy supervise Susanna this year and I noticed every egg was blue!





Papa put together an early Easter basket for Susanna.  She was very excited because much of it was blue…even the peeps!






I love this photo of Sookie feeding her little sister!




Passover was wonderful this year.  The kids boxed up leftovers to bring to their neighbor because she had a hankering for Matzo Ball Soup!  It's a very special time for our family.







Our friend, Peggy, photographed the red moon on Passover.  I like this photo so much, I set it on my desktop so I can look at it often!





Today, Good Friday, was reflective.  Sunday’s coming!  May you be blessed with the joy of the risen Lord!  Happy Easter.






A favorite Resurrection Day thought:
John 11:25-26 Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die.

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  1. a joyful noiseApril 19, 2014 at 4:41 PM

    I loved your story of the blue eggs, and the photo of the red moon at Pass Over! I put Peggy's moon on Facebook it was so glorious.

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  2. Chatty CroneApril 20, 2014 at 4:27 PM

    I hope you had a wonderful day today.

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  3. CeilApril 21, 2014 at 10:15 AM

    HI Mary! What beautiful robin's eggs! They are the same blue...so pretty. Blessed Passover to you and yours, and it sure looks like you had a wonderful family day.

    Blessings!
    Ceil

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