My husband and I greeted at the 8:00 a.m. service. “Don’t make me wait,” he said, as he’s rather fanatical about being on time Sunday morning, and I’ve been racing ever since.
But, the last dish has been washed, the last bits of dinner have been put in the fridge, and we’re awaiting the third episode of Upstairs, Downstairs.
I have a few moments to leave you with the photograph of the Easter basket my parents brought me. Filled with fruit, biscotti, nuts, and my favorite Hero jam. Not a chocolate bunny to be found, but I wouldn’t expect anything ordinary from them. Nor anything that could be considered bad for you; they are far too loving for that.
And now that I can read? I’m sitting here paralyzed, too overcome by delicious possibilites to choose just one book. Perhaps tomorrow night. With a piece of fruit.
Have a wonderful week!