Happy birthday to my husband who always has to work on his birthday. (But he goes to work at a baseball field, so it's not that bad.) While he was coaching baseball, we were in Brownwood for Easter weekend at the lake. He joined us Sunday just in time for a family picture.
The next generation of cousins (minus Jude and Madelynn . . . we missed you!) lined up for a picture before the hunt.
Sweet Gavers woke up from his nap in time to watch the action. He was happy just to see the big kids running around from the safety of his daddy's arms (and 6 ft. above the action).
And my sweet grandparents, who for years made this a place we all loved to visit, watched from the porch swing.
I've been busy lately getting ready for our seventh sale. It's coming up in just a few weeks so I have a long list of things I'm trying to cross off daily. During Lent I began (again) a habit of getting up earlier than my kids most mornings and doing some reading, writing, and coffee drinking. I love those quiet early mornings when my house is still dark, my family asleep, and I'm curled under a blanket. My hope is to continue this morning ritual which means I have to be disciplined about going to bed early enough that I can get up in the morning. I shall try.
