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Catching Up

From the moment I wake each morning, to when I lay my head on the pillow, dog-tired each night, I have a blog post streaming in my head, wanting to be written, yet the hours do not allow me the privilege. The gloriously beautiful spring days are ever so busy. Each day is full to the brim with activity. I want to chronicle it all. This will be the extremely abridged version.

Anna recently had some genetic testing done to determine if she has a marker for epilepsy. We are still waiting for the results, for they will help us decide how to proceed with managing her seizures.

We travelled to my parent's house for Easter. It was beautiful weather, and they live in something akin to the garden of Eden. My sister and her family were there as well and I am grateful for the time we had together.

I was disappointed this Lent for the lack of immersing myself into Lenten traditions. The Stations of the Cross have become a tradition for us and we did not get to the Church even once. I could have had us do them at home even, but no, I did not. I felt the emptiness in my heart.

Below are the photos from the trip to Tennessee.


This is my Grams. She is 99!

Therese is 7 months. Their birthdays are 6 days apart.



My sister is trying to keep the chaos to a minimum.

My kids kept licking the spoons. WHY?

The eggs, awaiting their decorating.


The dye, from a box. Sigh.


Pretty.


Also pretty.

(She's my niece.)


More pretty people!

I think I'll print this one and send it to Grams.


Do not, I repeat, do not wake up Jack to look for his basket.

No matter how much the other kids beg you to do so.

He was just plain grumpy.

The. whole. day.

Who put chocolate in her basket?


The canopy of leaves, the sunlight peeking through.

Glorious, I tell you!


Dogwoods have always been one of my favorite trees.


My happy baby.


I love how Jack looked at me, even though I was far away.


Hunting for eggs in the backyard.


We had a great visit!






Comments

  1. Such a nice trip. My grandma will be 95 this year (she and I share a birthday) and I love every minute we spend together. Therese is so sweet! Did she wear her little sweater?

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  2. Wonderful photos. Wonderful times. Like you, I dislike it when the essential gets overtaken by the urgent, and I hope next Easter provides more of those moments for you. We were travelling, too, for Easter, but I was able to find a church in Boston for the Good Friday service, and it filled my empty cup nicely.
    Sending you love.

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