Easter at Home.

Our Easter weekend was everything it should be. Timmy and I celebrated with my parents and my Granny (mom’s mom), nestled into that place we call Home. We attended church and reveled in the joy of our risen King. We made homemade pizza for lunch and had vegan vanilla cake with vegan chocolate frosting (made without refined sugar of course) for dessert. We had our yearly Easter egg treasure hunt, one for the parents and one for the “kids”, with clues leading us to fun treasures at the end. 

Timmy hid an Easter basket for me, which I happened to find in the first place I looked. He stuffed it full of little treats, a pretty spatula with flowers on it, and a beautiful ring. My kitty, Pinklepurr, made an escape out the front door, and we all spent a long time crawling around in the grass, trying to catch her and bring her back inside the house. Timmy took a nap on the couch in the sunshine, Dad bustled around the house singing, and Mom, Granny, and I sat at the kitchen table making things and chatting about babies.

And meanwhile, as I am laughing and searching and making and eating and talking, I’m thinking. Next year this will all be different. I want to sink into each moment, knowing that these days will become memories.