Easter is pretty much the best day ever. It is spring-ier than Christmas and more magical than ligers. This particular Easter was beautiful. The warmest Easter I can remember.
I took 60ish pictures and Bennet’s eyes were closed in 59, I think. He knew I wouldn’t change my mind about the outside picture, so I think he just closed his eyes and took a short nap. You won this round, Benny.
I wish you could have seen Lydia in real life. She was a picture. She was… miraculous.
Well, maybe if you are her mother she was those things. But, I did hear a few gasps and whisperings about how sweet she looked as I walked into church (late… again). So, I don’t think it was just my imagination.
She is pretty awesome.
I tried to get a picture of how darling she looked, but sometimes cameras just can’t do little girls justice. She was better in person.
Everywhere I turn I can see them
Night and day
I eat, sleep and breathe them