Neither Studly Doright nor I remembered to make reservations for Easter brunch, and now every place in Tallahassee is booked. Looks like the Easter bunny is going to be dining on whatever this non-cook can cook up.
Peace and happy Easter, people.
There was a time many years ago when Studly Doright and I found ourselves in dire financial straits. He’d been laid off from his job at a natural gas plant, and the small business we’d sunk all of his severance pay into wasn’t making enough money to support our little family.
We held things together, barely, thanks to Studly’s ability to juggle our finances, but there was never money for extras. And, heaven forbid that one of us get sick. Thank goodness we were all healthy and that Studly had the ability to handle just about any emergency.
One Easter things were particularly tough. The kids needed Easter clothes and there was no money for that. A local kids’ clothing shop had a drawing and I, who have never won a darned thing in my life, entered and then forgot all about it.
Lo and behold, I won that contest. I can’t remember the details, but the amount of the prize was exactly enough to buy two outfits, one for each of our kids. Looking back, I’m almost certain that one of the owners of the shop made sure that I won.
Times are a great deal easier for us now, but that Easter holds a special place in my heart, thanks to the angel that made it possible.
Peace, people.
I bought myself some flowers for Easter. This one should be called, “They Smell Even Prettier Than They Look.”
Happy Easter, friends.
Stiff competition, indeed. A friend posted this on Facebook.
Happy Easter!
Always the finder of the fewest eggs,
A dubious prize at best.
Like being crowned Miss Congeniality
In a field of wild weeds.
I never declined the questionable honor,
But smiled winningly enough
To hoodwink the shepherding adults into
believing I was honored,
When all I ever really wanted was to have the fullest basket
Just one Easter.
Where are the children
Dressed in Easter finery?
Babies grown and gone.
Once there were pretty
Baskets filled, overflowing
With colorful eggs
And sweet chocolate bunnies.
Now we enjoy brunch
With pitchers of mimosas
No children in sight.
No giggles, no smiles
Just videos across miles
Better than nothing,
But my poor heart
Aches with emptiness and love
Miss you, children.
Notice Jason’s mullet–he thought he needed the haircut to be a better wrestler. Ashley didn’t want anyone to see her snaggle-toothed smile, thus the firmly closed lips.
My beautiful almost grown up children during their year together as students at The University of Kansas. Now they’re both parents. Sigh.
Peace, People!
I won’t pretend to be a religious scholar. Plenty of folks do that with mixed results and dubious credibility.
But I do know that love and forgiveness are at the heart of the teachings of Jesus, and that even in his torment on the cross He called for His Father to forgive those who were crucifying His son.
Wow.
Peace, love, and forgiveness, People!
Can’t wait to take the whole clan!
Photo found on Facebook as posted by God-des & She
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