Easter Weekend

(Red bike, red pants - Betsy enjoying the sunshine)

Another great weekend for the books.

Planted box hedges and Indian Hawthorne bushes.

Rode an old bike gifted from my Padaddy.

Grilled hamburgers with friends.

Spent Easter Sunday with both sides of my family.

I enjoyed the sermon this morning so much and I have been trying to think of the best way to summarize it, but I can't. What I took away from it was to stop living in the brokenness that is represented by Good Friday and to live in the mindset that Jesus has made you whole and new which is represented by Easter Sunday.

I think that sums up what he said.

Tonight, while waiting on a fancy dinner of jambalaya and weenies to cook we

headed to the lake behind our home. We watched huge carp swim in lazy circles as

Betsy pranced along the bank having already had her bath.

Mr. Broome,

As a reminder to myself because this blog is a journal in some ways, I want to remember how much I enjoy these quite evenings with you. They are the best part of my day. I married you for this very reason, that you can make the most simple, mundane things feel special. Whether it be making our way to the lake through pasture or planting bushes in the yard. It sounds silly, but it's true.

I love you love you love you.

(Mr. Broome and his fish - Maple, Pecan, and Oak trees in our yard)