This weekend has been a pretty hectic one for us but filled with family time, and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate Easter.

On Saturday we spent time with BrightSide’s parents. They have a log home on the family land nearby, and the kids have the best time there.  They love to ride around the woods and down to the river.

T-man and Bear adore seeing their IMG_6028grandparents; we’re lucky that they have this second home nearby since it brings them to our area pretty regularly.  It’s always a special treat when grandmom and grandpop come to town; even more so when they let the kids spend the night with them.


We took Gracie and Phoebe along with us — they’ve been to the cabin several times but this was the first time we really let them off leash to run, and it was absolutely beautiful. They were in their element, tails up, tongues lolling, long legs stretching out as they felt what it was like to really run without a fence to limit them.


Everything from the smells to the freedom was thrilling, and they loved every minute of it.  It wasn’t much of a surprise when they both passed out as soon as we got back to our house.

As we parked the car in the driveway T-man asked (a bit anxiously) if the Easter bunny would come…I guess he’d be worried until he saw an actual basket in the morning.

Easter morning did indeed bring a few surprises, which the kids found bright and early.  7:15 in the am brought a gentle tap-tap-tap on my arm until I forced my eyes open.  Once I registered that it was T-man standing there I heard, through my foggy sleep brain, “Can we open our Easter basket things?” His eyes gleamed bright with excitement.

After church on Sunday we joined my parents and sister for Easter dinner.  My dad served a HoneyBaked Ham — now, at the risk of sounding sacrilegious, can we take a moment to acknowledge the unholy decadence that is the HoneyBaked Ham?  (Full disclosure: I am in no way compensated by the HoneyBaked Ham Company but would enthusiastically accept any favor they see fit to bestow on me.)  In all honesty, I didn’t even know I liked ham before encountering this delicious, sugary-crusted delight.  But once this savory treat hits the kitchen counter all bets are off. Let’s just say it’s not out of the realm of possibility that I’ll snatch half a piece of ham and shove it in my mouth if left unattended.  They really ought to padlock that thing when I’m in the house.  But I digress.

We spent a wonderful afternoon with my side of the family.  We were sad not to have a chance to catch up with my nieces this time, but I was grateful my sister was able to be there when she has so much going on herself.  Funny enough, Bear was distraught that her other aunt and uncle wouldn’t be able to join us — somehow the repercussions of their living in England for the year haven’t really sunk in, so she continues to be surprised when they’re unable to make it to family dinners.  Ah, the innocence of youth when it comes to the harsh reality of plane ticket prices…

Yes, Easter weekend was packed top to bottom (and I’ll probably sleep my way through the next few days), but we sure are blessed to get to see so much of our family.