Easter

So what does it mean when your husband, who’s lost his voice due to allergies, manages to scream your name from the other end of the house at 7am? Saturday morning, it meant that our 20 month old, Lovie, had thrown-up in her bed during the night and had spaghetti chunks in her afro.
We cleaned up, packed up, and headed off on our first family road-trip to our Foster Agency’s Easter Egg Hunt. Earlier in the week (pre-kiddos), I had promised to handle all the arts & crafts. Phillip & Amanda (friends from Bible Study) came and helped us and we had a blast! Face-painting, cupcakes, and Easter Egg hunt all went smoothly.

By dinner, Duffy and I were too tired to even react when Lovie made an encore performance and threw up her dinner in her high chair. Evidently there’s a stomach bug going around her pre-school. Welcome to parenthood!

Easter Sunday, Lovie was still fussy and not feeling very good, which didn’t lead to great family pictures. She was very pouty. Our friends, Mendi & Trog, met us at church. Their daughter, Sevyn, had thrown up the whole way to church so Mendi and I headed to the bathroom to wash the baby and her dress in the sinks.

We had been asked on Monday to give our testimony during the Easter service. We spoke about our infertility and how our hope was not in a baby, but in the Lord. When we did the first round of invitro last July, I was supposed to be due with twins on Easter weekend. As we stood before the church on Easter weekend, we put a picture of our girls up on the screen and praised the Lord for goodness. “The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, and I will always choose to say, Blessed be the name of the Lord.”