Easter.

We moved into our new house a month ago, and during the moving process decided it would be really neat to host Easter for each of our families this year. Both of our families are going through some hard times right now, so we thought it not only a great opportunity to christen the new house with lots of family love, but also a great way to take a little pressure off our moms.

So we had a weekend of Easter celebration. Husby's family came over on Saturday and mine came over on Sunday. That meant Adelyn got to do two Easter egg hunts. Albeit exhausted by Sunday night, she was not complaining.

Of all holidays, Easter is probably one of my favorites. Weird, right? You don't hear many people say that. Here's the thing. So many people talk about the real meaning of Christmas; but what about the real meaning of Easter? You guys, the celebration of Easter is the celebration of Christ rising from the dead. Say those words out loud. We all know it, we've all heard the story.

But that's just it; it isn't just a story. It's real. This holiday is the sole reason we can be saved and spend eternity in heaven. If the reason we have to celebrate Easter never happened, we would all be doomed to spend eternity where we deserve. So was I eagerly happy to host two Easter celebrations? You had better believe it.

On the other side of the holiday, I've just never really understood the Easter bunny. I get the Santa thing, and we do the Santa thing. We do the Easter basket from the Easter bunny and Easter egg hunts too. But the actual Easter bunny? Think about it...

The reason for Easter is to celebrate Jesus coming back from the dead. From the dead. That's big stuff. That's stuff that doesn't just happen every day.

But hey, if that's not cool enough for you, maybe the creation of a giant, terrifying bunny randomly coming to life and filling a basket is what excites you. Because which is better? Someone literally coming back to life after passing away two days prior, or a human-sized bunny walking on two feet?

I'm sorry, I have to poke fun because the idea of the Easter bunny is just something I've never been about to wrap my head around. We absolutely told Adelyn the Easter bunny was going to fill her Easter basket; I'm not saying I'm above this silly tradition. It just didn't actually dawn on me that we never provided further explanation on it until we were heading out for a walk this week and she pointed to an 8-inch bunny statue sitting in the corner in our garage and giggled saying "there's the Easter bunny!"

Back to topic, here's our new home--captured in pictures--ready to celebrate Easter.

And for those who may have taken my above statements wrong: I don't care if people do the Easter bunny. We do too, I just personally don't understand it.

P.S. Can you find the 6-pound perma pup that I just couldn't get out of one of the pictures?