It's the Tuesday after Easter. My heart is still stretched out from all the swelling it experienced this past weekend. I'm one of those fortunate people who truly, truly loves being with her extended family. It gives us so much joy to be able to host such a special holiday at our house. Most are spent traveling. But this one...for this one we make our preparations, settle in, open the door, and celebrate right in our very own home.
To us, every Easter here is special but each year brings it's own joys.
I've never owned a set of real silver and was completely content. Then, my parents brought me my Grandma's mother's set- all polished and gleaming- and I am thrilled.
Also, in remembrance of my grandmother, we kept her tradition going and made pickled Easter eggs.
Plates waiting to be filled....
And, just to be clear, none of my dishes or glasses were bought- all are family hand-me-downs and a few are wedding gifts.
We're bursting at the seams with children. Three ate here in the kitchen, three sat in high chairs at the corners of the main table, and another two sat in boosters. And there were four more that celebrated elsewhere (and we missed dearly)!
Last week, Jamey came home with 17 pullets, already sprouting real feathers. He fixed a home for them in the corner of the workshop. They'll live here until they're old enough to move out into the chicken tractor.
The upside down buckets are seating and are pulled out between visits.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.... Pin It