I love this Easter holiday. 
I love going to church and singing (as loud as my kids will allow) the hymn, Christ The Lord is Risen Today(chorus: Hallelujah!) I love this video that reminds us that because of Christ Jesus we will be resurrected and we have the opportunity to repent, over and over and over again.

I'm certain that I have blogged about ginger bunnies before (I have yet to unearth a previous post) but I want to revisit this story, publish my fist-ever scrapbook page about these cookies, link to a recent post I contributed to familysearch.org and then share some more recent photos, along with additional ideas for preserving and sharing this kind of holiday tradition over time. 

I was invited to participate on the Paperclipping Roundtable this morning in a discussion about documenting people that have passed. With the exception of a few Skype issues, I thought this was a really good episode. Other guests were Jen Gallacher and Tracy from MercyTiara.com who both shared fantastic insights into this often uncertain and emotional topic. The perspective I shared was less about telling the stories of sudden and/or tragic death and more about documenting people we love, who have passed and that we want to pay tribute to. 

I love this picture!
It reminds me of a fun weekend road trip we took to Seattle, but that’s not why I love it. I love it for what happened right after I snapped it. My sweet little Chase, who by the way, rarely looks at the camera, made his way urgently to the side of the pool and immediately burst into tears “Chase, what’s the matter?” I asked.

I don’t remember where or even exactly when this picture was taken …
it doesn’t really matter. What’s important is that this is the only photo of just me and Valerie Rose Julian. Valerie is my mother-n-law, who died just days after my 2nd wedding anniversary. She was a strong and independent woman who fought hard for two years before losing her battle with cancer.

It was April, 2009, our family was checking in at the airport for the flight to our spring break destination, when Chase went missing—not an uncommon occurrence! As my eyes scanned the area, I noticed him a ways off, sitting and chatting with a complete stranger. 

“Mom … guess know what? I don’t have a hat!”

Trey was right, no cowboy is complete without a hat. We finished our preparations, and in spite of the late hour, raced to the store and purchased this little felt one for $2.79. I think that hat graced his head only long enough to make his entrance, and then as these things often go, we never saw it again.