The Family Photo.
Joel, Aunt Julee and Angela
Somebody wants to eat…NOW!
Hey, Amélie, He is Risen!
He is Risen indeed Aidan!
Sisters.
Me-n-my family!

We had a great Easter – what a weekend.
Saturday morning we thought we would venture to the threshold of hell – that is Randell Road for a round of Costco and Trader Joe’s. Everyone else and their mother must have had the same idea because it was like pandemonium out there!
I have never seen such traffic and Costco!?? Pure insanity. We have never been there on a weekend and now I know why. The entire time Joel was like, “heads up” “watch it” “Ang!” as I tried to maneuver the cart around the throngs of people and all Aidan did was whine,
“I need samples!”
That kid is OBSESSED with samples and I have to act like I am getting one for each of us just so he can stuff his little face – you should see him in the cart with a giant organic cereal box laid on it’s side with his banquet of samples lined up, food all over his clothes and then the minute he runs out or sees another senior citizen grilling bite-sized sausages its,
” I need more samples!!!!”
Saturday morning I wished they had been sampling red wine!
But then we ran into a dear friend of mine and her husband from years back – I think I am on the verge of this with H.M.A. but I don’t recall having ever having connected so strongly with friend like I had with this one since high school– Sadly about 9 years ago I was entertaining my family, cooking them dinner for my birthday when the phone rang and I got the news that this dear friends 18 year old daughter had been killed in an accident – understandably so things were never quite the same, more loss and career changes and years have passed but Saturday morning at Costco we embraced and exchanged numbers like a no time had gone by. We immediately made plans for them to come over for dinner that night.
I cooked my butt off – made these DE-VINE personal onion tarts with baby greens and goat cheese, whipped up whipping cream with 25 year old balsamic vinegar to dip our strawberries in for dessert…and the phone rang. They had a friend in need – it was the right thing for them to do but there I sat, clean house, makeup up and dinner ready – buzz kill. We ate a little of the dinner and decided to bring the rest to Aunt Ruth’s the next day.
Easter morning I sang at our church in our little 12 person choir. Our church is just a plain old Christian church. We take communion every week, there are about 200 people. I wish we sang more hymns, I wish it was a little more charismatic, at least in it’s worship but dang I love our pastor. He is a great teacher – sometimes I don’t think this body of believers really realizes what they have in this guy. We sure do appreciate him. We are so thrilled to be in a church where the pastor is a real person in our lives – not an inaccessible big shot but someone who you can call with a scripture question or problem in the middle of the week. Oh yes – the service was great. They read/played a poem called, Sunday’s Coming. I’m going to see if I can find it for you…
After church it was naps and more cooking. I made a strawberry tart, custard and all! I was so proud but my crust wasn’t the kind of crust I thought I was making. I am anxious to try it again. We took off for Aunt Ruths and had a good afternoon visiting with family. I really did miss my brother and his fiancé – I hate it when we can’t all be together. It’s not right.
I recovered Monday by indulging in a two hour nap. I have only taken one or two since the baby has been born. It’s Tuesday now and I feel recovered.
We are going to have those friends over THIS Friday. I can’t wait.
And I know it’s late but it’s always, always relevant,
HE IS RISEN!
HE IS RISEN INDEED!!!!