Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter morning

I love today. Yesterday was great too. I'm in Campbell for Easter. Last night, my mama and I went out to dinner together to Thai Orchid.  She and I have grabbed a quick bite to eat in the past few years, but I can't remember the last time we sat down to such a nice dinner--just the two of us.  This morning, I said to my papa, "Dad, did Mom tell you we had a really special dinner last night?"
     "She did."
     "I think I will remember it for the rest of my life." And then my mom hugged me. It was a really nice way to start the morning! Then Violet showed me how she makes these pieces of art on the iPad, and showed me some new Monster High characters, and then we heard some unsettling news. The crows had been circling and swooping down on the yard, hunting for our easter eggs.  We had been letting Hannah sleep, but it was time to wake her up.
      When we went out to the yard, we had fun looking, but we only found six of the eighteen eggs, and lots of eggshell remnants. Oh well! The murder had a nice weekend, I'm sure.
     We are about to have breakfast together. I love my family.

    I keep telling my parents about Ryan, and today, they will finally meet him. I have told them that I am going to marry him and have his babies, so they must be especially excited, given that he will father their grandchildren and become a part of the family.  One thing I love about him is that they already treat him like that--there was a piece of candy with his name written on it in my Easter basket.

   Another noteworthy life moment: as my father and I left the grocery yesterday, breakfast things and flowers for my mama in tow, my dad asked me when I thought the Easter bunny and Santa would stop bringing me presents. I said I never expect it anymore, and that I am always very grateful for such a nice surprise. He said that it will most likely be once I have my own children.  Although I'm not expecting, my hope is that this will be the last year of that for me! I cannot wait to have a family of my own.

Love,
Katie

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