easter 2015

photo from last year's Easter decor arrangement in our apartment

I have no pictures from yesterday.  Not one.  All I have are memories.  And they are sweet.  We spent the afternoon with family, playing games, catching up, and eating more than is healthy.  As wonderful as the day was, my favorite part was the drive home.  Mr. F and I talked the entire time.  Peacefully.  Over the past year, our conversations, no matter how mundane, have had a tendency to escalate and leave tensions high.  Anxiety over school, work, and fertility have left both us strained.  Over the past couple of weeks, that strain has felt like a rift that would not heal.  

During that hour drive home, we spoke, we talked, and we listened.  The conversation was extremely intimate, both of us sharing personal matters that had been weighing on us.  About halfway home, I realized how calm I felt.   No anxiety at all and I could tell Mr. F felt the same way.  This was usually the point where all hell would break loose, but it hadn't.  We kept talking.  The rift was being filled and replaced by a reservoir of trust.  So peaceful, so loving, so good.

Not only was this weekend Easter, but it was General Conference, a weekend of learning and faith building in our religion.  Leaders of our church speak to us via television, radio, and internet broadcast over the course of many hours spread out over two days.  They teach and preach of Christ, of a faith-filled life.  They teach us how live happy lives and to have Christ-centered families.

I only listened to one session of Conference this weekend. One of four.  And yet I felt the same strength feed me that comes during the broadcasts.  While I have every intention of listening to everything this week, probably more than once, I know this weekend was inspired.  I feel lighter than I have in ages, closer to my husband, my Father, and even myself.  It was a weekend of deep meditation and self evaluation, a perfect fit for this season of renewal.

So, I'm sorry if you were looking for photos and stories of egg hunts and delicious recipes, or even a fun DIY.  I have none of that.  What I do have is a grateful, happy, heart full of love.