We got home from church yesterday morning and I found this behind our armchair, covered in blankets. It had a clip-on fan for next to the bed and new work-out capris. Also, Reese's eggs.
These two boys stole my heart and buried it in easter baskets and nighttime puppy snuggles and free reign of Netflix, evolving into copious amounts of Downton Abbey.
Happy Easter, brothers and sisters. Don't forget that Jesus rose before we got here, so we avoided all of, you know, that, and that's pretty great. Listen, He is risen and tulips are blooming. So don't wait another second to look around and say "you know, this is all really quite lovely."