Did you know that Easter is my favorite holiday? It is. Not quite as commercialized as Easter with an equally glorious reason, it also falls during my favorite season. And then there's the food. Deviled eggs, ham, cake, rolls... if my stomach weren't full right now, I'd be hungry just thinking about it.
Living so near to both of our families, we tend to have two celebrations for each holiday. In theory that sounds good, but like Communism, it's not actually that great. Two celebrations means that we spend a great deal of the day driving, that we don't really get to enjoy the food that much because we eat two big meals in one day, and that our kids are off schedule and crazy by the end of the [very exhausting] day. So when I was pregnant with Luke and we knew we'd have a very small baby on Easter, we decided to host at our house and haven't turned back since.
The first Easter we hosted was exhausting. He was so little that I hadn't yet lost my baby weight and I clearly hadn't learned how to dress with my newly inflated, ahem, assets.
Luke was only seven weeks old and still wasn't nursing well. I spent a lot of the day upstairs, trying to get him to latch in between trying to be a good hostess. I failed miserably at both. By the end of the day, he was so overstimulated that he screamed and screamed and screamed, until Shane and I gave in and drove him around in the car until ten o'clock that night.
And yet, it was so good to be home. It still is. This Easter was wonderful. No stress, no new babies, just a happy family as we got our house ready to host. We noticed that a mama robin was making a nest in the basket of flowers I'd set right outside our door. We watched her make her nest all day, in between angrily chattering at us when we'd get too close.
What an awesome reminder of new life today.
I hope your days were beautiful.
Tommy is pantsless due to a cupcake incident. He's not smiling due to surliness over the aforementioned cupcake incident.