Lauren wrote the title for this post- while laying on my lap getting carresses from Mommy. 15 minutes ago she walked into the bedroom and spotted my laptop open and on, "Are you writing on your blog again?" I laughed and said, "Yes, need to get Easter in there and then work on something for your Uncle Jason." She crawled up the bed on all fours, pushed the remote to the tv aside, and plopped her head down in the tiny spot between me and my laptop. She then began to push buttons randomly and proceeded to spell out a very long work that may have possibly been Russian. I laughed and tried to pronounce it, Easterllttllpopfghjlkimuyptot." She giggled.
I looked down at her and said, "Did you know this head used to be bald? Then, when you finally started getting tiny hairs, you worked up a bald spot smack dab in the back of your head; the ones babies get from laying down on their backs." I cupped her face and said, "You are SO pretty!" I love to run my fingers through her hair. I lightly scratched her scalp and sneaked a peek behind her ears (always the Mommy--are your ears clean?). "There." I glanced over her now shiny brown locks and saw what she'd written, "Easter was great!" Perfect! Let's keep it.
I love this time of year, almost as much as Autumn. Everything is green, and the earth is on the expectant verge of some delightful explosion of vivid color. Here where we live, it is evident on ever street, every yard, every hillside. What better time for a visit from my father? I was so happy to know his doctor said he could get on the plane as planned and fly out to Temecula. He has been looking forward to hi visit with my brother, Jeremy, and his family for some time now
and his recent stay in the hospital gave him cause for concern.
We drove and met them all for lunch. Lots of everyone talking at once, giggles, and catching up. Sitting right next to me was my dad. Have I told you how much I love my dad? I do. I love him. We all ate, the kids ran over to the gumball machine, and I turned in my chair, looked right in his dear 72 year old face, and said, "How are you Dad?" What a gift to be sitting in the same room with my father. "Other than getting tired easily, I'm good." We chatted some more, just he and I, and then the natives were getting restless and we were off. That's all we had, but it was enough for that moment, and I was grateful.
I looked down at her and said, "Did you know this head used to be bald? Then, when you finally started getting tiny hairs, you worked up a bald spot smack dab in the back of your head; the ones babies get from laying down on their backs." I cupped her face and said, "You are SO pretty!" I love to run my fingers through her hair. I lightly scratched her scalp and sneaked a peek behind her ears (always the Mommy--are your ears clean?). "There." I glanced over her now shiny brown locks and saw what she'd written, "Easter was great!" Perfect! Let's keep it.
I love this time of year, almost as much as Autumn. Everything is green, and the earth is on the expectant verge of some delightful explosion of vivid color. Here where we live, it is evident on ever street, every yard, every hillside. What better time for a visit from my father? I was so happy to know his doctor said he could get on the plane as planned and fly out to Temecula. He has been looking forward to hi visit with my brother, Jeremy, and his family for some time now
and his recent stay in the hospital gave him cause for concern.
We drove and met them all for lunch. Lots of everyone talking at once, giggles, and catching up. Sitting right next to me was my dad. Have I told you how much I love my dad? I do. I love him. We all ate, the kids ran over to the gumball machine, and I turned in my chair, looked right in his dear 72 year old face, and said, "How are you Dad?" What a gift to be sitting in the same room with my father. "Other than getting tired easily, I'm good." We chatted some more, just he and I, and then the natives were getting restless and we were off. That's all we had, but it was enough for that moment, and I was grateful.
We don't do egg hunts anymore, and my kids have outgrown the fancy Easter outfits I used to dress them in, but the Easter Bunny still finds our home (this year it was the loot without the baskets--the San Diego Easter Bunny at the hotel must not give out baskets). The one constant that this joyous holiday does bring with it every year? My pointed awareness of the many blessings in my life; My God, my salvation, my health, my family, my friends. That alone is all I need. I hope you all had a glorious Easter!
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