By far the best Easter I can remember in a long time, this weekend was full of family, food, and an absurd amount of time spent listening to our babies laugh (they love their grandparents, aunts and cousins). On Saturday we packed up and headed to my mom and step-dad’s house where we hung out with them and my sister for the day. We laid in the floor forever watching Linc and Viv soak in time with Grandma and Aunt Cristen. It was a super relaxing day, and we topped it off with some mexican food for dinner and hanging out in the kitchen making food to take to my grandparent’s on Sunday.
It was a late night, and I didn’t sleep well once we finally went to bed. But Sunday morning came early anyway, and it was hard to feel tired once we pulled the babies from their pack-n-plays and cuddled up in the big bed together. Our family of four.
The babies were fed and they experienced their first Easter morning – baskets and all. Of course their favorite part was the basket, the grass and the eggs. They could have cared less about what was inside them. Eventually they went down for a short nap before church while the rest of us bustled around getting ready for the service. We joined my grandparents at their church, which doesn’t happen often enough. A small, southern Baptist church with a hymnal at every seat, it felt like the perfect place to be on Easter morning.
I held my sweet baby girl while worshipping our Savior, and I was overcome with thankfulness for all that He has done for me. I deserve death because of my sinfulness, and not only has He given me life, but also two precious babies, a husband who fits me perfectly and family all around. I couldn’t ask for more.
Sunday was a beautiful day, and we spent the afternoon at my grandparent’s house. A fantastic lunch was had before we gathered around the house catching up…then an epic egg hunt planned by my mom and sister later in the afternoon. Unfortunately for Vivian, she got paired with her mama, who ended up only snagging two eggs the entire time. Next year somebody remind that girl to avoid her mama when it comes to egg hunting time.
All in all, this Easter will go down in the books not only as the twins’ first, but also as the one where I stood in my grandma and grandpa’s kitchen and got all choked up over His awe inspiring love. I see it now in a different way than I used to. Not a better way, just different. The life He has given is so so good.