We went to Georgia to see my family over the Easter weekend. We weren't planning on it. I was sure we wouldn't be going. Then Friday afternoon rolled around, Emery was home early...and all of the sudden we had decided to go and were rushing around to pack and jump in the car. We couldn't help but laugh at the situation because it was so 'us'. Predictably unpredictable.
We had a lovely weekend. Probably my favorite Easter since the days of Aunt Cynthia getting everyone big chocolate bunnies (and you know that has been a while!).
Hattie was a doll. She let people hold her and play with her without having any meltdowns. We hunted eggs together, and she really enjoyed shaking the bag of candy - most of which I ate ; ) - after we had emptied the eggs. We played "Apples to Apples" (I won!), and it was thoroughly hilarious. Several years ago, Granny banned us from playing Spoons at the gatherings because it was too dangerous and was hard on her nerves, so the new standard is Apples to Apples...although the bursts of laughter may be equally disrupting.
Brother Jimmy Fulmer preached a knock-out resurrection sermon, and it was sweet to fellowship with our Shoal Creek church family.
And then before we knew it, we were back in the car headed home. I think it's safe to say that our strategy is to plan to be flexible, and who knows what adventures we might encounter. It's the Elizabethian way of doing things.