Whew-eee! Lest you think we've up and moved to NJ because of the ridiculous amounts of pics and details I've posted lately, let me assure you we are still here in NC. The pics and details are for family members who want the memories to live on.
Sunday was, of course, church. Micah didn't enjoy his new class since "it had lots of babies and only baby toys to play with" and Grady Lee thought his class was fun but didn't "remember what the story was about because the teacher was a little bit boring." So there you have it - from the mouths of babes - the most important aspects of church: toys and stories.
We returned to Uncle Marc and Aunt Beki's home again on Sunday, and Grady Lee made sure to draw a special thank you card for "Uncle Marc sharing his really fast firetruck."
Notice the person in the drivers seat. Grady Lee informed me that "is a picture of me because I'm going to be a fireman when I grow up." This is a new career direction since, last I heard, he was aiming to be a garbage collector so he could drive a big, loud truck all day.
More extended family arrived on Sunday and the kids ran around the yard for an Easter egg hunt.
... but my SIL stole the show when she burst out in cartwheels and round-offs. She may have just turned thirty, but she is years away from being old and frumpy and boring.
And, in case she is devastated that I actually included that picture, here is a darling picture of the two of us. Two sisters named Sarah. What are the odds?
Before the meal, Uncle Marc asked Grady to bless our food. He did, and then he asked Grady Lee if he wanted to pray, too. Without hesitation, my little man folded his hands, squeezed his eyes shut, and prayed.
A sweet moment that I'll always remember. A simple moment, but a sweet moment. I'm thankful for a husband that wants to teach spiritual leadership at an early age. (And puh-lease, you know you would have taken a picture too if it was your kid doing the praying.)
There you have it. The journaling of NJ Or Bust is a wrap... that's all folks!