Dying Easter Eggs is one of the best parts of Easter
(in addition to easter egg hunts!).
This past weekend Michael and I died some eggs with the Hislop fam.
Kenzie was loving eating those hard boiled eggs yucky.
happy easter all!
"I remember one day I took some of those little round paper circles that form when you punch holes in paper, and I wrote on them the numbers 1 to 100. I turned each over and wrote her a message, one word on each circle. Then I scooped them up and put them in an envelope. I thought she would get a good laugh.
When she passed away, I found in her private things how much she appreciated the simple messages that we shared with each other. I noted that she had carefully pasted every one of those circles on a piece of paper. She not only kept my notes to her, but she protected them with plastic coverings as if they were a valuable treasure. There is only one that she didn’t put with the others. It is still behind the glass in our kitchen clock. It reads, 'Jeanene, it is time to tell you I love you.' It remains there and reminds me of that exceptional daughter of Father in Heaven."