Monday, April 1, 2013

Easter Weekend

My dear, very much missed, husband arrived home on Friday.  Unfortunately, Fritter came down with a stomach bug that morning.  So most of Friday morning, which was to be spent in finishing up cleaning and laundry, along with attending a children's Stations of the Cross, found me instead washing sheets and comforting my poor sick lad.  But we joyfully piled into the van to pick up daddy that evening, and though Fritter was feeling pretty horrible, he was still very excited to have his dad home.
 
Saturday was Little Miss Sunflower's birthday. (Two?  How can my baby be two already?!) We spent most of the day lounging on the couch, allowing my husband to recover from serious jet lag and trying to comfort poor Fritter as we could.  Still, after dinner that evening, Sunflower got her straw-ba-ba-ba-ba-berry cake.  The older kids told me she would really appreciate a butterfly cake, and so I did what I could to fashion a butterfly out of strawberries.  Dan told me it looked more like a sea star.  Butterfly, sea star, she's two and didn't care much.
 
 
 Of course, I got the honor of helping the birthday girl blow out her candles.

 And then Sunday.  Lovely Easter.  No matter the circumstances, Easter always seems to bring with it a sense of hope.

The kids woke up to find their Easter baskets, and right away (not letting that old nasty stomach bug stop him) Fritter found the jelly beans.  "Look mom!  My sacrifices turned into jelly beans!"  What a sweet return.
 Usually we have taken our children's yearly pictures after Easter Mass, but this is one of those years where our family traditions have just had to be...altered.  At least for the time being.  With Fritter sick, and a two year old who destroyed her hair before Mass was over, and a husband still recovering from jet lag, we decided to not attempt it.  I did manage to snatch a few shots anyway.

Fritter, soldiering on:

My girly Ladybug:
 Little Miss Sunflower:
 We did manage to still have an Easter egg hunt.  Which, though simple, was what the kids told us was their favorite part of the day.


My dear husband left for another business trip early this morning and is slated to arrive home on Wednesday.  And then we are saying NO to all other travel for him, at least for a few months.  We have a baby to prepare for and he needs some time to recover.

I am so glad Easter lasts for 50 days.  He is risen!

6 comments:

Becky said...

Oh, drat! I'm so sorry to hear you had the tummy bug hit your house... and on your hubby's day of return. I hope your little guy is feeling better. Hugs to you... and prayers as you await Dan's return again.

Kate said...

So sorry to hear you had to deal with the stomach bug! Happy Easter to you all!

~Kate

Crystal Dawson said...

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Crystal Dawson said...

yay that took me an hour to post a comment here!

Crystal Dawson said...

It has been a long winter and I miss you and your uplifting light and optimism. You stopped fb and I miss you dearly. Sorry it has been so long but don't think I stopped thinking about you and your family for a moment. It is amazing how far you have come since we were 14, and I all I can do is hope for a blessed life as you have. I am jealous and happy for you all at the same time. You are everything I always wanted to be as a mom and for god but never could live up to. xoxo

Cmerie said...

Crystal I was just thinking about you yesterday and wondering where I stashed your email address.

I look back and realize it is all by the grace of God. I really didn't have much to do with it, except being ready to say yes when the time was right. Left to my own devices I would have self-destructed long ago.

My life is far from perfect and I am far from being the mom I'd hope to be. God definitely has his work cut out for him when it comes to me. But he is working in my life, I'm sure of that.

Keep at it dear friend. I once heard someone say that holiness is not being perfect. It's falling down and getting back up again as many times as it takes. Even Christ fell as he carried his cross. It can be so heavy sometimes, but we have to just keep going. (I always think of Dory in Finding Nemo "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."). :)

Email me, dear friend, so we can keep in touch. {hugs}