Normally Easter is rush, rush, hurry around here. We have breakfast and church, and egg hunt and then time with family. Yesterday did not include all of that. We still did the breakfast, colorful waffles and the egg hunt, but otherwise, the neverending stomach virus kept us home.
Home, home, home.
Again, again, again.
I cried. I pouted. I sulked.
But we did have some fun. Grandma dropped off presents, at the door, and ran.
Daddy tied Easter grass in the girls’ hair.
Honestly, I hope your Easter was better than ours, but we were home, fed and safe, celebrating Jesus.
Survive til you Thrive!