This first long weekend of the year has been idyllic, to say the least.
We've enjoyed friends, family and food. My mother visited on Thursday, pepped my kids up with sugar and prezzies and left on Friday morning. We fried fish on Good Friday and Lucy and I may have had some Pinot Grigio and beer.
The night was clear and warm. We sat on the deck until the wee hours. Yes, that is my foot on the table and I don't care what you say. And yes, that is a Jimmie Johnson beer cozy. I'm not ashamed. Also, notice the low cal beer? Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on the size of my ass.
Easter Sunday morning was the best by far. The kids were up at the crack of dawn. Actually, Alex was up first. His screech that the Easter Bunny had stopped by was enough to wake the birds.
Kristyn and Erin stayed up late to help us hide eggs this year. I can't tell you how bittersweet it is that we've gotten to this point. The pride they exuded this morning as they helped their younger siblings hunt for eggs (they were pretty sneaky hiders!) made me well up a bit. Of course, that didn't last long because Alex approaches Easter Egg hunts with the tenacity of a soldier in a mine field. I don't recommend getting in his way.
After the hunt, we teamed up to turn out a breakfast feast that I am still full from at almost 2pm.
Yes, that is a bowl of Cadbury Mini Eggs and a bowl of Peeps on the table. What? Is chocolate and marshmallow not a part of your Easter morning table?
*Forgive the grainy photos, I've been using my Blackberry while my beautiful, and expensive, camera is being fixed.
As I sit, the dishes are put away, the eggs are cast aside in favour of the new basketball hoop the Easter Bunny brought and a serious game of 3 on 3 is set to begin. On this beautiful Easter Sunday I am reminded of just one thing. I am so blessed.