Last year on the Thursday before Easter, my dad fell from a tree about 50 feet up and broke his neck. He spent Easter and the weeks after recovering from extensive surgery. The neurosurgeon said he’d never seen anything like it — the broken bones at the base of his skull just missed severing his spinal cord by less than a millimeter. Add that to the fact that my mom drove him to the hospital that night with one hand basically holding his head up over his shoulders….my dad to this day is a walking miracle. That one experience taught me a lot about what it means to be grateful and not take life for granted. In one second, it can be gone.
So this Easter will be better by far. And while it’s supposed to rain, I’ll spend my morning with Him:
Then afterwards, I’ll be eating some of these:
And play a little bit of music from:
Drinking a little bit of:
While my dog:
Well I really don’t know what Koda will be doing but this was just too cute of a picture not to put in a blog post….so there you go.
The only thing bad about Easter Sunday is that the next day is Monday and I have a long work week ahead of me! Right now, I’ll just try to enjoy my long weekend (I’m off tomorrow) and look forward to my brussel sprouts and Moose Drool!
Have a Happy Easter friends!