Easter came quickly because it was so late.
I kept thinking it was always a week or two away, then suddenly it was here. It was a bit of a flail this year. I have high hopes that in future years I can manage a more meaningful and well-planned celebration.
We went with Lex and M to our HOA egg hunt on Saturday. It was so nice to be outside enjoying a beautiful day.
Note Little Billy snapping to try and get M's attention.
Lex met up with her good friend Sydney (M and Josie are buddies too).
M did NOT want to give up those eggs once he had one in each hand, so his momma and Little Billy helped him fill up his basket
The eggs all had stickers in them, so M is in good supply haha.
Sunday after church we had a quick picture sesh.
...then Mar basket hunted for a bit.
Bill thought he was super clever for tricking Mar into thinking her basket was hidden somewhere in the basement... only to finally reveal it was really on the main floor.
M's basket was in plain sight on the ottoman... Lex better up her game next year {wink}.
In the middle of the day we had a lovely rain shower, which Mar couldn't resist. A few days later when I was sorting laundry, I asked Mar why she had sopping wet clothes at the bottom of her hamper. She couldn't recall {and neither could I hahaha}. Just a day or two ago she finally remembered why those clothes were so wet... because of her frolic in the rain on Easter.
We gave M and V a little story book + a tiny gift.
We had a VERY traditional Easter dinner with ham (it was so dry - I don't typically purchase spiral sliced, and now I think that's why. I should also mention that my meat thermometer officially died that day), cheesy potatoes, asparagus, salad, deviled eggs, and carrot cake.
I shouldn't have put the sprinkles on the cake... it looked very Birthday Cake-ish. The whole day was an exercise in my fave mantra at work:
start where you are, use what you have, do what you can.
start where you are, use what you have, do what you can.
(I think I'll tack on, "And at the end of the day, it's the thought that counts.")
The weather had cleared up just in time for an ultra-simple Gigi and Little Billy egg hunt for V and M in our still-in-need-of-SO-MUCH-WORK backyard. (Apology in advance to our grandchildren... we can not compete with Great Grandma Syddall's egg and basket hunts your parents will fondly remember from their youth.)
V had her egg-hunting ON this year.
M, much like the day before, was content with an egg in each hand...
...and with just being outside.
It wasn't the most amazing Easter ever, but it will do.
This was very likely our last stint at Easter Bunnying {for our own children}, and I'm secretly celebrating. We've been doing this gig for 29 years, and I'm ready to sit back and watch.
I am also determined to do better next year at focusing on why we actually celebrate Easter. Work, Seminary, and a whole bunch of oxen {aka the minutia of life} prevented me from attending the feast (see Luke 14:16-24). I hope to manage things differently next year. If I need to quit the job or sell off the oxen,
