Easter Tales.

(Disclaimer:  So this was my Easter post.  That was two days ago.  Please, don’t judge me.)

Easter.  I love this day.  A risen Savior.  A winter past.  A spring to come.  Renewal.  Revival.  And cool, fresh breezes.  All is new again. 

And oh, the dresses.  You see, that’s the thing about having girls.  Four of them.  You can never have enough dresses.  We didn’t buy new this year, for I knew full well that the closets were brimming and it was from there we would do our “shopping.”  I spent an extra hour dolling up my girlies for church this morning.  Fixing hair until it was “just so.”  Tying bows on four pretty little dresses.  And then re-tying the bows on those four gosh-darned dresses. Over.  And over again.

Most years, we do the matchy-matchy thing.  This year, everyone had their own personal style.  Peanut in a sassy purple number and Ladybug in the dress one size too small which she absolutely insisted upon wearing one more time before handing it down (and subsequently had a full-on meltdown before we even got to church because it was squeezing the daylights out of her). Lovey settled on a lengthy and rather floofy frock that I ultimately feared would end up sopping wet with toilet water should she attempt to go potty by herself.  My Cupcake wore a sweet little thing I had saved from Peanut’s baby days. 

I tried to take pictures.  Cupcake cried.  Ladybug wailed.  Lovey pitched a fit.  And Peanut just rolled her eyes at her sisters.  We actually did have a happy day today, but unfortunately lack the pictures to prove it.  See for yourself.  *sigh*

And moving on…

Late last evening we worked together on one of our family’s favorite Easter traditions:  Easter Rolls.  Some call them Resurrection Rolls, but either way it’s come to be a most beloved rite in our home. 

“Buttery Marshmallow Jesus”
We begin with store-bought crescent rolls (I imagine these could be even better with my Grammy’s homemade crescent rolls!) and tell the story as we go.  Take 1 large marshmallow to represent Jesus.  (Somehow, I always forget and buy mini-marshmallows, so we use 3).  We coat marshmallow Jesus in butter and then roll Him in a cinnamon-sugar mixture while we remember how Jesus’ body was rubbed with spices.  Then we take marshmallow-butter-cinnamon-sugar Jesus and place him on top of the wide end of the crescent and roll Him up inside, like He would have been wrapped in his grave clothes.  We pinch the ends shut, sealing Him inside.  Next we place the pan full of rolls in a 375 degree oven (just like Jesus was put into the tomb) for 8 – 10 minutes.  Upon removing the rolls from the oven, we let them cool.  When the rolls are broken open, my girls rejoice to see that Jesus is no longer in side (the marshmallows have melted!) and the grave is hollow and empty.  

Waiting for Jesus to rise

And they are tasty.  Very, very tasty.  

We, of course, sample the goods, but make sure to leave plenty for Easter morning breakfast, too.  Perfect with an Easter sunrise coffee!

Oh happy day!


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