Yet, when I think about this weekend, there was much to celebrate too. I did a lot of cleaning on Friday, and we had a family outing to the park to do the city Easter egg hunt before Sabbath School, and there was a massive pile in the bed while reading Bible stories, and we did do an egg hunt and a basket. Most importantly Boyo seemed to enjoy that. It’s okay that his breakfast was a yogurt instead of bunny pancakes and lunch was vegetables and couscous rather than Sunday Easter dinner. It’s all right that my house isn’t perfectly clean, cause we made memories today and that’s what counts.
Tea in a Bungalow