included these cute kids in their adorable outfits... beautiful music at church... cool-weathered egg hunting... yummy food and sweet, sweet dessert...
(And last, but not least... a cute apron clad breakfast cook!)
This Easter Bunny is ready. The hard-boiled eggs have been dyed. The plastic ones have been filled. The chocolate "nest" cake is cooling. The church clothes have been pressed. The family gifts have been set out. And most importantly... the baskets have been filled and will be returned to the porch in the wee hours of the morning... just in time for the kiddos to wake up and find them.
I tell myself that it is just a cold... while tears well up in my eyes... but the truth is, there is no such thing as "just a cold" in my world. Thus is the life of a mother of a transplanted kid. So instead, I go to bed tonight, with the monitor turned up louder, mentally clearing my schedule for the week, and a little prayer in my heart.
Have I mentioned how much these two love sharing a room?
Brian and I love listening to the early morning giggles on the monitor. We would love them even more if they weren't at 6:30am... the giggles that is, not the kids!
P.S... They don't actually share a bed. Eden just loves cuddling with him in the morning! But Brian does like to joke that baby #3 would have to go in the bath tub. (And my reply is always - "or on his side of the bed!")