I love Easter. I love its hope and beauty, both in the figurative meaning and in the literal on-my-table meaning. This Easter, we gathered with family and friends over full plates and decades-old stories. One of our oldest friends joined us and told us memories from his childhood. One of my favorites was the story he told about the day San Francisco's golden gate bridge opened and how he asked his father for a piece of paper to toss over the edge to watch as it twirled and fluttered down, down, down.
I love gathered times like the one we experienced this Easter and I hope that your Easter day was filled with good food and stories too. Also, I should tell you, my husband put together a pine picnic table, sanded it, and polyurethaned it a couple of weeks ago. We are loving it as our new dining room table!
//1// Easter table //2// photo from our trip to the rhododendron garden earlier in the week //3// early morning reading of the resurrection account in Luke //4// another take from the garden //5// and Jobie says to me as he sees this picture and laughs, "yook, mommy, funny picture." I love the boys' expressions!
Happy weekending, friends.