Saturday between conference sessions, we dyed Easter eggs.
I will never forget the time years ago when my oldest (now 18) was just a little boy (maybe Kindergarten age). We were getting ready to dye eggs and he innocently and very seriously asked, "Who killed the eggs so we could DIE them?"
I think of this every time we color eggs.
Grandma and Grandpa (my parents) use to host an Easter egg coloring party each year. Some how this tradition died. After the children begged us to please let them paint eggs, Clint and I decided this was a tradition we were going to resurrect, starting this year.
"The practice of having traditions to keep us close to the great heritage which is ours to enjoy should be something every family should try to keep alive" L Tom Perry
We hard-boiled six dozen eggs (one dozen for each child), then we layered the table and floor with old tablecloths, and everyone set to work creating the egg-cellent works of art.
Did you know the egg is a symbol of new life and resurrection?