Well here we are, another holiday under our belt with so many great memories made this year. Is it crazy that I’m already looking forward to next Easter? Probably. It’s one of those weekends that was so good that you can’t wait for more. I should probably back up a bit though. Why don’t we start with Good Friday.
Saturday we spent the day with our friends that stayed over night with their two little boys. A was supposed to have a tball game but it was rained out. Thankfully the rain only lasted part of the morning and the rest of the time we sat outside around the fire pit, roasted up some peeps (I forgot to get regular marshmallows, or my kids ate them all), and my mom and sister came over to cook and prep things for Easter. Baby C also turned 5 months and I seriously can’t believe how fast it’s been going.
Easter Sunday is always a special time filled with so much hope and gratitude for the ultimate sacrifice that Jesus paid for us. Ever since A was a baby we made the decision to wait and do Easter baskets after church instead of having the kids wake up and get them. For us, we just want to really try and focus on the important meaning and not have it be all about candy and goodies. We also read some of our Easter stories during breakfast before heading to church.
When we got to church it was such a nice surprise to see they randomly had some animals outside that of course the kids loveeeed seeing. They had a sheep, a few goats, rabbits, chickens, ducks, and a llama with an awesome scarf on.
After church we headed back home to get ready for everyone coming over. I snuck into the house and tried to grab the boys baskets to set them out before they got inside. I usually do it before we leave for church while Eric is getting everyone in the car, but it didn’t work out like that this year. I thought Eric was in the basement with the boys while I was upstairs. I jetted across the downstairs with three baskets in hand only to stop dead in my tracks when all of the sudden I hear, mama?? Sure enough I find A standing next to me with a confused look on his face. I didn’t realize he ran into the house to use the bathroom and caught me red handed with baskets in tow. I wish I could have seen my face but I know it was a cross between shocked and a what the what am I gonna do now. I quickly said, oh hi buddy! Look what I found in the back room that the bunny must have left you guys! I wanted to carry them over so you can see what’s inside. He kind of gave me this look of confusion and then got sidetracked with getting a glimpse into his basket. I let out a sigh of relief and wondered if he bought my excuse or not.
We went outside for some family pictures because the blooms around our house have been beyond beautiful and we couldn’t pass them up. It almost feels like a dream when I walk outside and find myself continually giving praise and thanks for where we’re at.
The boys wanted to bring their baskets outside which we thought was a great idea because it was seriously the perfect day weather wise.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of eating too much, spending time with family, and actually being able to sit down and relax. That doesn’t always happen when you’re hosting but this time around it did. And you better believe both Eric and I took advantage of it.
We took a bunch of family pictures together and my grandpop had us cracking up. He’s 92 and is one of those people that you can’t tell him anything because he’s been around so long he somehow knows it all. My dad was taking this picture of us and he refused to look at the camera. He was yelling at my dad telling him, don’t you know, it’s a rule, all good photographers will tell you to never look into the camera. Come on now, that’s old school, you have to look away and capture a candid. Well ok grandpop. I told him he’d be perfect for blogging and then I completely lost him.
Later on that night when I was tucking A into bed, he decided that Easter basket sighting wasn’t good enough for his logic. He asks me, mama, how did the bunny know I wanted certain things or that I like baby chicks? He tells me, he isn’t Santa and he’s not Jesus, so how does it work? Here I am again, practically a deer in headlights trying to figure out how I’m going to save the Easter bunny for this kid. He then says, I think I might know. Now I’m thinking, Oh, thank God, this could be ok. I ask him, what do you have in mind? He says, I think he drops all the stuff off for the Easter basket outside and then you have to carry it all in and decide what we want, but what happens to the things I don’t like? Ok, ok, I can roll with this. I go along with his idea and tell him that the other things the bunny drops off that I didn’t think they would like we donate to other children who might not get baskets. He then rolls over and says, that’s a kind bunny. And you know what, I can’t disagree with him 😉