It was an unexpected surprise to have my Dad and T at our Easter feast, the silver lining to their early return from Florida. We were missing Doris, our grand silver headed elder; she stayed home to recover from her flight and the medical issues that have been plaguing her.
My girls are all of adult age and the youngest nephew is fourteen, but there is nothing like an Easter egg hunt to release the inner schoolyard ...
Hubby lovingly basted the best of out of our 25 pound turkey and it was consumed equally lovingly by the hungry family. Dad won the liver lottery (no one else would touch it let alone eat it).
Wouldn't be Easter dinner without the sweets and treats.
But the absolute best part bar none is the sight of the family gathered in the living room, every seat taken, kids curled up on the floor - some draped on the arms of the chairs, all engaged in spirited chatter. It can be deafening and to the untrained ear, the cross conversations can sound like clatter.It makes my heart sing (and it isn't anything a little Motrin can't cure). We toasted our missing members of the clan and enjoyed the company of those who weren't. Our table was full and our family all safe and sound. And for that, I am truly grateful.