Easter did not go as planned this year. Not one part of it. Some things were little and some things were big. It is the tradition of the family being together and the love and security we feel with one another, celebrating the only thing that matters.... The Resurrection of Jesus Christ.
There were however, some moments worth salvaging: The program at church was uplifting and inspiring. Justin sang the most beautiful song with the choir I have ever heard. The boys went on a treasure hunt prepared by Mammy that was fabulous. Easter dinner was delicious. Our family read a new Easter book together the week leading up to Sunday, and that made the true meaning sink in even better for us and the boys. I love our tradition of us wearing matching outfits and taking pictures- I have no idea how, but we managed to squeeze in a few family pics. The girls (GG, Aunt Cindi, Mom, and me) spent lots of the weekend yapping- something I love to do:). We found 16 of the 18 hard boiled eggs that the Easter Bunny hid- it could be a lot worse. It was cold and drizzly outside and it felt good to stay in and warm up by the fire Papa made and relaxing as we took turns using the Chi Machine. Naps, card games, and hugs we enjoyed from GG our Easter visitor.


