Easter goodies

I received a lot of positive comments from yesterday's post: my favorite song. I hope it blesses all of your lives.
Today was the first two sessions of Genereal Conference: having M going back and forth between the pews at church, talking to the missionaries, shouting and laughing loudly reminded me of when D was that age...doing everything but playing quietly with his entire backpack of toys that he brought with him. It is a huge Bob the Builder backpack which he carries on his back: he got it when Gram and Papa were here last and he loves it!! JF asked us if we were staying for the second session, and I said, "No, we are going home to take a NAP!" Wow, I was worn out!
But then on the way home, we bought some chicken strips, potato wedges and cinnamon bears, so that was good, plus we got to share them. I need to remember to read Julie B Beck's talk, and Mom L said that Elder Holland's talk is wonderful. I will look forward to reading it also.
Today after our naps, we dyed Easter eggs: one of the awesomest things to do: no matter how many eggs we have, I always want to do more. Endless combinations!! Tonight when Don came home from the Priesthood Session of General Conference, we gave D and M their Easter baskets. Then we sat at the dinner table to eat and they were so excited about their goodies. I was opening M's Peeps, which are this vile/foul/weird color of green: has anyone else seen that color: the chick ones, not the bunnies? Anyway, as I was unwrapping it, I said, "Here are your peeps" and M said, "They not peeps, they are FROGS!" We all burst out laughing SOO hard for a few great minutes. Ha FROGS! Then later as he was eating them, he said, "These are really REALLY good: THANK YOU!!" He is so grateful for small things.
As we sat on Don's and my bed while the boys opened their Easter goodies, I watched them both with such joy hoping and praying that I am teaching them all they need to know for living by faith and with a firm testimony: teaching them the things that really matter in life: helping them to feel love from Don and I and to ultimately experience the love of Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father. Teaching them to serve others. As someone said this week, the time with our children is so precious and goes so quickly. As I looked at D, I could hardly believe how much he has grown in the past year: he is so amazing and always very in tune with my feelings. As I have learned about the 5 love languages, I have realized that through the course of a person's life, their love languages can change, especially as children. Lately, D has been coming to sit close to me or stand right by me during prayer or even sit on my lap. I am so grateful for his desire to be close because he has never been one to enjoy a back rub and even as a baby, he did not want to be held for too long. This is a new step, convincing me that the best days of childhood are not over yet (I have always been convinced that my favorite ages are 3-5). How I love him and all he teaches me. How I love his persistence: he truly will make a wonderful police officer someday, and even sooner, a wonderful MISSIONARY!

My heart is healing, thank you all for your prayers, Love, K