So when my stepsister Karla gave birth to my most handsome nephew Grayson on Thursday of this past week, all Easter meal plans went out the door. With Karla in the hospital through the Easter holiday . . . well, the meal just had to come to her. So with all of us crammed into a hospital room (albeit at Northside Women's Center, the rooms are more like upscale hotel rooms), we ate a veggie tray, ham, baked beans, potato salad, rolls, lemon squares, and drank mimosas.
This little boy, with his dimples and full head of hair is quite the melt-your-heart kinda baby. (Harleigh's in love.) And Karla and her husband Lynn have taken to parenthood as if they've done it before. What a great story to tell Grayson, EVERY Easter, without fail, no matter how many times he looks at us like "do you really have to tell that story again?"
The picture above is the peony I took, fresh from my rain-soaked garden.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.