Topic: People/Family stories
I have shared my bi-line with my oldest daughter, Hannah before. Now it is time to share a word from my 16 year old daugher, Bethany. She wrote about some Easter memories on her myspace blog and I asked her if I could share it here.
So, here's Bethany:
April is here!
I am sitting on my bed and and watching as my clock just changed to 12:00 AM, April 1, 2006. If that isn't exciting I don't know what is. National Humor month is here starting with April Fools Day or "Good Dogs Day" as a sign on the street said. Not only is there lots of laughter this month (which is one of my favorite things to do and it's good for you too) it is national frog month too (and I like frogs). Here's a heads up for upcoming, usually unknown and forgotten holidays this month, the 10th is national sibling day, the 16th is national stress awareness day, the 17th is national cheeseball day, and the 21st is national high five day. Oh, and it's national guitar month! April always gets people excited (if you don't start feeling unusually happy half way through the month, Get Help!) itis almost May which is graduation and of course prom comes around. Summer plans start getting made and what could be more exciting than summer after all it only comes three months a year (unless you live in Phoenix, or the Sahara Desert). It has the beloved Easter which you know is good all the way around food, candy, and even though I'm NOT (notice capitals) a morning person sunrise service is always really wonderful.
My fondest (cool word) memories of my Dad are at Easter time. I remember him waking me up to go set up chairs at Buckskinner Park early one Easter morning. I was so excited that I got to wear pants to a "church" service that I forgot to look in my Easter basket. It was really cold that morning and there was frost on the dead grass (it has to be dead because we don't have live grass in Williams). I sat in the front row singing along with my Dad on his guitar, then came the usual resurrection message. The sun started to rise higher in the sky to warm things up and melt the frost (so the grass would be wet), and then it could sit back in the sky and watch people (slip on the wet grass). My dad then took us out to eat at a restaurant, then proceeded home to drop me and my sister off to change into dresses for sunday school and remember that candy that had been neglected.Easters are different now, even though I still get woke up by my Dad and we usually go out to breakfast, I don't just sing and then daze
off watching the morning come in. I actually listen (I know wow!). I think about that morning and if it had frost beautifully glazed on the grass maybe with a slight foggy mist. 
Walking through the garden tombs (which doesn't sound particularly enjoyable, but I have heard they are quite enchanting) in the crisp morning air in your bare feet. Finding that instead of spicing up (or preserving) a dead guy, finding he's alive and right there waiting for you to get up and see him. It would have been the perfect day!
