I never cared much for Easter. Plastic eggs and pastels, the rebirth of Jesus and sunrise services. I didn't get it.
Now, we're the first in line to help wake up the peach blossoms and hold the baby bunnies.
Easter means that the farms are open. There are warm glowing green houses full of sunlight and flowers. My kale is in the ground. I'm already battling caterpillars. It's a fight I never win.
My girls are all grown up. We're getting ready for the beach and things that are faraway but inside of me, keeping me up at night and needling me, ready to be here.
Louisey got a little haircut and she looks like a two year old. There aren't any babies in our house. Not anymore.
We're planning Scouty's birthday party. She wanted a party about rainbows, this year. We bought her a new loft bed with a slide. I almost can't contain it. I want to give it to her now.
Basically, we're just in love with spring.