Sometimes things are so right and so good, they don't even need words. Other than to say this Easter was just what the heart ordered.
Early church service attended with fancy dresses and filled pews and afterward fellowship.
Indulged too much in Momma Debi's homemade hot cross buns and Dad-o's egg bake while the warm morning light streamed in.
Coffee sipped slow and steady long into the day.
Robins spotted and welcomed with open arms as signs of this season's newness.
An orange skirt's pattern - the end to sweaters and other cold weather fashion for good, thank you very much.
Old home movies watched until tears were in our eyes, from laughing at my brother's Honky-tonk Man winning lip-sync kindergarten performance and my four year old rendition of reading Just for You by Mercer Mayor on a floral couch and tears of a different kind from seeing people like Grandma Gladys making gravy in the kitchen on Thanksgiving of 1988 while Grandpa Norman read the paper in his gray recliner chair. Both kinds kept rolling when it turned to that same Thanksgiving, only this time at Grandma Audrey's house with Uncle Tige being his usual ridiculous self and then Lacie and Lindsey holding hands and dancing on the carpeted kitchen floor while Matt wore necklaces and a goofy hat as he jigged across the screen. Oh family is it. The only thing, through the laughter tears and the different kind of tears too.
Clothes changed and then the day was played away in the sunshine. Baseball, foot races - a certain kindergarten boy beat the pants off his aunt, riding bikes, and giving horses treats learning the important lesson of keeping your hand. Being tired from sunshine and wind is the best kind of tired. I always feel something after a day outside; there's not a certain way to describe it...it's just something.
Easter Sunday was so right and so good.
On a serious note, take video of your loved ones and keep it safe for future eyes. It's beyond precious to have, to see family and friends in action is much different than a still shot. It will make your heart happy and your heart hurt all at the same time and it's a keeper of a different kind of memory.
2 comments:
Isabel caught me in the hallway at school today & said she watched the videos & had to tell me I was in it & then laughed as she skipped down the hall. :) It was pretty cute! I think the best part of watching old videos is getting to hear loved ones voices. A person knows they miss them, but when you finally get to HEAR them again, it brings the memories to a whole new level! Glad you had a fabulous Easter!
Candice! You sure were on there, doing your thing too. So classic. :) Jenny and Becky and Wendy and Tanya...the list goes on! I also think you are spot on with HEARING them, it's like getting them back for a second.
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