Spring is so lovely. The birds are chirping. The air is crisp. The sun is beaming through my windows [okay, okay... so I don't have window coverings yet, but hey... it's a work in progress and I am so thrilled that I get the chance to notice the natural light flooding in].
Easter has always been a special day for my family and I. For as long as I can remember, my mom was the host of her famous “Easter Brunch”. More like breakfast [because it started at 8am and was over by 10am], but it is such a fond memory for me. We’d wake up just before dawn, attend the same Sunrise Service every year, listening to the core of our faith with a million other people and freezing our butts off on the freshly dewed benches, and then come home. By 8 in the morning, we were home. As a family.
No eggs. No hunt. No chocolates. Okay, a few chocolates. We had love in abundance. Faith in abundance. Laughs in abundance. And memories. We had those, too. This year is different. For so many reasons- ones I won’t get into in this arena just yet. But as I think of my Easters past… I’m infinitely happy. Here are some quick pictures of a bouquet of flowers I whipped up [literally, mind you... be kind] for my grandmother yesterday:
Roses, tulips, and waxflower. Isn’t deep warm pink and light aqua such an enchanting combo?
I can’t wait to see her today and give them to her. And of course, the “afterthought” bouquet, which is nearly always my favorite.
My sister makes a lovely model.
[...and don't think the sweater matching wasn't planned. It's mine and it's perfect!]
That’s right, Bex… exactly where you held your bouquet for my ENTIRE wedding ceremony…
:D
Hope you are all enjoying your own Sunday. Easter festivities or not, I truly love Sundays. They always seem to warm my heart and refresh my spirit in the right proportion needed to start my week. Not too too much, just enough. Infinitely happy.
xoxo,
A.
