He is Risen

Saturday morning Evan woke up and exclaimed, “Mom! The Easter bunny didn’t come!”

No worries. He made it by Saturday night and left a basket full of treats for sinners - shooters and scratch offs. Because the Easter bunny is fun.

The family was reunited for church, lunch (the highlight was the coconut cake), and soaking up the UVs. We were at six today - perfection. 

Evan was a trooper and stood without support for a long time while we were taking pics. He’s in week 3 of non- weight bearing post-surgery and week 5 of not walking. His crutches are there hidden in the background. 

Look at that! Dad’s smiling. He must be thinking of that ham. 

He is risen. 

He is risen indeed. 

Christmas Eve

I woke up before the sun was up. My to-do list was long and I needed - make that really wanted - to hit the gym first. I was surprised to meet Keagan outside my door headed out for his own workout. He simply said, “I’ve missed it. The sun rises at 6:44. If I leave now, I’ll be on the pitch just as the sun comes up.”

I get it, Baby Boy. I get it.

Nothing says Christmas Eve like Wal-Mart, but I survived and more than that, I came out a winner with a brisket that was marked on sale. Guess what we are having for Christmas dinner. 

I got the traditional potato soup started. I got ten loads of laundry done because Evan is home with every stitch of clothing smelling like a fraternity house. We haven’t even tackled the Jeep. His room was all that I could handle today. Then we headed to church for the candlelight service. 

Merry Christmas Eve!

Merry Christmas

We haven’t left the house since we landed Thursday night. We have spent the days wrapped in blankets, watching tv, cooking great food, and spending time together. Today we popped open the Prosecco for mimosas. This weekend has been an introvert’s dream!

The oddities of this year’s Christmas continue. We had a white Christmas, a first, for me anyway, in Tennessee. Church was online, so we didn’t even have to get out of our pajamas. The Mavericks played an afternoon game, and Vikki was able to spend the day with us. She surprised me with a ticket to see Morgan Wallen in St. Louis in July. 

The boys opened their stockings from Santa. Keagan got grip socks and a harness for spring time walks with Smokey. 

Evan got dress socks for formal events at school and a Smokey belt. 

Wes got a Blackstone. We got him good when he opened the griddle cover. We had him believing we ordered a griddle cover instead of a grill cover. I think he was a bit disappointed he got a griddle cover for Christmas and no griddle. When Vikki arrived, we asked him to help her carry in some things. He found the Blackstone in the Tahoe. Thankfully the weather should warm up and we might be able to fire it up at the end of the week. 

Smokey’s first Christmas was spent much like ours - cozied up with a blanket. (He’s dreaming of his spring time walks in his new lime green harness.)

Merry Christmas!