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Easter Sunday

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This was a significant Easter because Mr Smith got ordained as a High Priest and set apart as 2nd Counselor in the Bishopric. You heard it, I will forever be sitting out in the hall with two screaming children. Actually, I'm going to assume the best in this situation and think that Ms Lexi won't yell out "daddy" 20 times during Sacrament meeting to get his attention. It's going to be great.

Mr Smith will miss his calling as Financial Clerk. He really still attends all the same meetings, but now he has to be more social and involved. It'll be great for him. I know he has been well prepared for the responsibility. I'm proud of my husband for being worthy and able to accept such a humbling call - even if it makes Sunday mornings more hectic. I will just have to get more used to sharing my husband.

So, we took 3 week old Dallin to church last Sunday, sustained daddy, and Ms Lexi didn't bat an eye as he walked up to the front and bore his testimony. She had 3 grandparents to give her undivided attention. His father came to set him apart and the grandmothers came for support. Boy am I going to miss that support next week. 

Gammi brought lots of birthday gifts that we turned into Easter gifts so Ms Lexi has been SPOILED. We let her open them after nap time. Seriously, so so spoiled and she loved it all. It's hard to resist when they are so cute; getting them excited about things is enjoyable (the princess Sofia dress is for her 3rd birthday party coming up). However, Easter baskets here on out will be minimal. I want to start up Easter lessons on Christ though and work to make this a teaching day since I kinda failed at that this year. A nice family Easter dinner and family Easter lesson on Christ? Yes, I do support those traditions.

Along with the traditional Easter photo… of course (however we can get it)





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