"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)
Easter was lovely, no thanks to me. Be it known: I am terrible at holidays. I was born without a festive bone in my body. But thanks to my mother, who is nothing but a party, the girls did not go without. She helped them color the eggs, planned the dinner (grilled salmon, creamed potatoes and peas, salad, oranges and coconut, a little bubbly), brought out great-Nana's china, provided the baskets, and even the lawn and candy for the Easter egg hunt. But come on, I did bring homemade breadsticks and buttermilk pudding cakes. That's my kind of contribution.
Easter was lovely, no thanks to me. Be it known: I am terrible at holidays. I was born without a festive bone in my body. But thanks to my mother, who is nothing but a party, the girls did not go without. She helped them color the eggs, planned the dinner (grilled salmon, creamed potatoes and peas, salad, oranges and coconut, a little bubbly), brought out great-Nana's china, provided the baskets, and even the lawn and candy for the Easter egg hunt. But come on, I did bring homemade breadsticks and buttermilk pudding cakes. That's my kind of contribution.
4 comments:
Everyone looks beautiful (where are you?). Aren't grandmas wonderful? Who is the girl in the picture with your mom? She looks like a relative.
That's Cousin Lauren. We look related, don't we? Good eye.
Aren't Grams great?! Eleanor's looking so grown up!
Braces? What the . . . ? I am soo happy you are back. My life just got happier. Everyone looks great!
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