CELEBRATING JULY 4th!

This year our July 4^th celebration didn’t go as planned.  That’s fine with us, we are nothing but flexible here!  Robert headed into work and I browsed Pintrest to come up with some last minute recipe ideas.  After a quick trip to town, our menu was set and we were ready to have fun!  We celebrated the fourth by ourselves in true Best Family style!

Our menu was simple.  We had ribs, broccoli salad, potato salad, baked beans, and a red, white, and blue poke cake.  The cake was a huge hit; the kids can’t wait for us to make another one.  Even Robert enjoyed the cake flavors, he was a little uncertain when I mentioned jello in the cake!

My plate before we dug in!  Have I mentioned that Robert is an amazing cook?

Our jello poke cake thanks to Pintrest!  We will be making this again for next year for sure!

While I was in town, I picked up some simple fireworks for the boys to enjoy.  We also had some sparklers from the previous years so the boys had fun with those as well.  Maggie wouldn’t come outside to join us, she always gets eaten by mosquitoes so she was smart and watched from the kitchen window this year.  Jacob adored the fireworks display.  He clung to John Robert’s leg and kept saying: “OOOOH, FIRE!”  It was a lot of fun for us to see the simple fireworks through Jacob and Cole’s eyes this year.

No, we didn’t have a huge get together with everyone.  Yes we did miss visiting with family.  But, in the end the simple, laid back, at home celebration was just what we needed this year.  Our Fourth of July wasn’t huge, but it was perfect for us!

IT'S A BABY............

Isn't the newest Best cute?

And it's a BOY!

Yes, you read that correctly, the Best family is growing by another two little feet, specifically boy feet!  I'm not getting my lace and pink.  I am not getting my bows and princess tiaras.  I am getting another son.  I am getting more rough play, more trucks, more dirt, more action figures, and one more son. 

We had an ultrasound at the end of May and the ultrasound tech suspected that our new little one was a boy.  However, the baby was uncooperative so it wasn’t confirmed.  I must admit, I did cry.  Knowing that this will be our last Best, I really wanted a little girl.  I had a ladybug bedding set picked out.  I had headbands and bows ready to order.  I had ruffles and bows in mind.  I did mourn that for a minute.  I know what I am missing out on; I’ve had the privilege of tea parties and pedicures with our daughter.  I know the joy that little girls can bring.  I missed out on so much because I worked for the first year of Maggie’s life that I really, REALLY wanted to experience it all again.  Of course, God in His infinite wisdom had other plans.

This past Thursday, June 23, 2016, Robert and I ventured to Winnie Palmer hospital for a level two ultrasound.  The previous ultrasound showed that the baby has enlarged kidneys so they are monitoring them closely.  It was on Thursday that it was confirmed that indeed, the newest Best Baby is a BOY!    We had already suspected as much thanks to our previous ultrasound, but Thursday confirmed it for us.  This time I didn’t cry, I didn’t mourn, I have accepted that we are having a boy.  I am fine with that now.

I know that I am not getting lace, bows, and princess things.  I am getting more dirt and mud, more rough housing, more loud insanity, more fart jokes, more burps, more endless appetites, and most of all more love.  I am getting early morning snuggles, more cries for mama, more declarations of being my boy, more hugs, more kisses, and most of all the love of a son, not just any son but another Best Son. 

I adore all my children.  I am so happy that we have been blessed with our sixth baby here on earth.  I am so grateful God thought that we were worthy of another son, another young man to train to be a man of integrity and honor like his Daddy.  We are being blessed with another boy to raise and train to be a man of God.  What a gift that it!

 So, without further ado, the Best Family would like to announce the addition of Thomas Lane Best coming October of 2016!

FATHER'S DAY 2016

If there is one thing in this crazy and uncertain world that I am certain of, it’s Robert’s love for his children.  While he is far from perfect, as we all are, he is a man who knows what he values and what matters the most.  For Robert and I, what matters the most is our children.  Each one of our children is a precious reminder of the man that Robert is.  I truly believe that the reason we have so many sons is because of the legacy that Robert is leaving through his children, especially his sons.  Growing up, Robert never really had a great male role model.  He didn’t meet his biological father until he was 17.  In spite of his upbringing and its aftereffects; he is an amazing father today. 

For Father’s Day this year we decided to get a gift that the family could enjoy, well most of us can enjoy.  Several years ago, Robert had a very nice fishing rod and reel stolen from him. This year we bought three cane poles for the boys to use and replaced Robert’s rod and reel.  That was an adventure in and of its self.  I HATE fishing and anything to do with the sport, so in our shopping quest for the perfect gift for Robert, I made some great friends with two gentlemen as they laughed at me in the sporting goods department!  

Opening his card.  He laughed so hard at this card this year.  Maggie did a great job picking it out!

Opening his new reel.  

Putting together his new rod and reel.  

Needless to say, Robert was beyond thrilled with his gift, but most of all he was thrilled with the thoughtfulness of his kiddos.  Not only was this gift a personal one, but it was one that the kiddos and Robert can enjoy together as a family.  This is part of the legacy that Robert and I want to build in our children.  We want to instill in them the idea that gifts are meant to be shared and enjoyed as a family.  We want them to want to spend time and enjoy us while they are growing up so we will have the right bond with them when they leave our home.  I think that Robert’s Father’s Day gift shows this perfectly!

Robert and our five kiddos posing under our tree.  

Happy Father’s Day to my amazing husband!! We are beyond blessed to have you in our lives.  We adore you and can’t wait to use your new Father’s Day gift.  Yes, I will even go with you, as the official Best Family photographer of course! 

Summer School, Here we Come!

It’s that time of year again.  It’s time for graduation celebrations, last day of school fun, and welcoming summer with a bang.  Many families are planning fun summer vacations and looking for ways to bond and enjoy the summer.  That’s not what’s happening in our home.  We are looking at reorganizing how we do school and looking at how we can continue doing school throughout the summer. 

Since our newest little Best blessing is due at the end of October we have decided to school through the summer and take November, December, and January off as our summer.  The good news is that since we homeschool this option is perfect for us as we adjust to a new member of our family.  We’ve decided to school Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and have Tuesday and Thursdays be family fun days and days left open for doctor’s appointments.  We will go “full time” again in August and September and then enjoy our new little one.  Then we will start up full time in February and go through school into June. 

We have found a math program that Maggie finally likes, “Life of Fred” so we are doing a basic review to get her caught up on everything.  She will be using Sonlight American History for her reading and history, and A Beka Grammar to round everything out.   She will be in Chemistry this year as well.  I can’t believe she’s going to be a junior in school.  When public school starts back, she will continue taking some AG classes.

John Robert and Ethan will continue working on their Math U See books and moving forward with their Sonlight American History as well.  We will be doing a little detour in Florida history as well.  Of course there will be fun activities like A Beka Language Arts, Handwriting, and Science.  John Robert will be moving up in middle school and Ethan will be advancing onto fourth grade. 

Our Sonlight Instructor's Guide is ready to go!

Cole is going into Pre K for four year olds.  I don’t have a set curriculum for him.  I am a firm believer in better late than never and subscribe to the delayed school approach for my little ones.  We will be doing a lot of hands on puzzles (I made some great file folder games from Teachers Pay Teachers), learning our ABC’s, practicing counting, and learning how to spell his name.  We also made a trip to the dollar store and got some fun puzzles and ordered some Melissa and Doug toys from Rainbow Resource, my homeschool "candy" store!!

Cole playing with a new file folder game.  He loves matching the tools.

Even Jacob loves matching shapes.  He enjoys having Maggie help him too.

Teachers pay Teachers have some great preschool resources.  The boys really enjoy these file folder games.

To get everyone organized this year I purchased some composition notebooks from the local dollar store.  I made a schedule and laminated it and put in the front of their “agendas”.  Then I have written all their weekly assignments so they can tackle as much school on their own as possible.  I have also posted the schedule on the wall near our table.  I have gotten most of the new school books ready and organized with only a few little things left to do. 

Our schedule that hangs at the table. 

Today marked our first day of summer school and so far, this plan is working well for us.  We will continue to revamp and change things as needed to make our homeschooling adventures a success.  Here’s to Summer School Best Family style, and another year of great adventures!

Ethan is NINE!

Time is flying by faster than I am ready and willing to admit to.  This year we had the privilege of celebrating Ethan turning nine.  Since he is our only “summer” baby, we opted to have a bounce house and water slide for his party.  We rented it from Beefarooz here in Lake Wales.  Not only were their prices incredible, their service prompt, but we were able to rent the whole set up for the entire weekend.  My kiddos had a blast, it was the perfect addition to our birthday party weekend.

We had E-Man’s party a couple of weeks after his actual birthday. We did this hoping we would be able to have him open a box for a gender reveal for the newest Best.  Unfortunately, that didn't happen, our little one wouldn't cooperate during our ultrasound.  In spite of that, we didn't let that stop us from celebrating an amazing kiddo and his ninth birthday.  We had so much fun.  Of course my kiddos were there, but when our friends arrived, the real fun started.  We had 11 kiddos total, bouncing, sliding, splashing, playing, and in general having an incredible time.  Ethan made out like a bandit, making almost $60.00 in birthday cash and getting three new Lego sets.  All in all, it was an amazing birthday weekend.

We rented a bounce house and water slide combo.  It was tons of fun!

Setting up everything for the big birthday celebration.

Playing.....

Splashing......

And visiting with all the guests.

Happy 9^th Birthday Ethan!!  We can't wait to celebrate his birthday again next year.  

HONORING MR. REED

Mr. Paul Reed has a special place in the heart of our family.  He was Robert’s favorite AG teacher at Haines City High School.  In 1994, Robert didn’t have a driver’s license, in fact he didn’t have a truck to drive to school, and so being the Florida Cowman that he is; he rode his horse to and from school.  In reality he didn’t really ride to school.  He rode his horse to Mr. Reed’s house, stored him in the pen there, then Robert and his saddle caught a ride to the high school every day with Mr. Reed. 

Mr. Reed was more than a teacher to Robert; he became a lifelong mentor and friend.  We didn’t always stop to visit him at the school, but when we could we would swing in and say hi.  Fast forward nearly 10 years after Robert graduated.  Mr. Reed, being the man that he was, offered to help our son, John Robert, learn everything about raising poultry to prepare him for his trip to youth fair.  Not only did he give his time he also gave Robert his first prize winning hen and rooster.  He ingrained himself as an integral part of our children’s lives that day in the HCHS Ag department, sharing his wisdom and love with our next generation.  Every year at youth fair our kiddos can’t wait to go and see Mr. Reed.  Sadly, this was our last year to visit him there.

Youth Fair 2013, John's winning rooster.

The prize winning hen.

Last night Robert and I had the privilege of attending the 58^th annual Haines City High School FFA Awards Banquet.  It was a special night for us because after 34 years of teaching, Mr. Reed has announced he is retiring.  It was an honor to sit across from his family last night.  It was sheer joy talking about our kiddos with him, watching his eyes light up with pride about their latest AG related exploits.  More than that, it was an honor to be with him as he remembered his 34 years of teaching, and told us stories that he remembered about us when we were in school.   

Mr. Reed laughing at something Robert shared with him about our lives.

Robert and Mr. Reed, 21 years after high school.  Still good friends!

It is with joy that we tell Mr. Reed congratulations on his retirement.  More than that, it is with pure love that we look on the impact that he has had on our lives as teenagers and later the lives of our children as they learn and grow to love the AG lifestyle.  I wish we could have our children experience the joys that the Haines City High School AG department was in the mid to late 90’s under the direction of Jack Halibrin and Paul Reed.  More than that, we wish him nothing but success as he embarks on his latest adventure, retirement and being Papa! 

Thank you for all that you have done for us Mr. Reed.  We love you so much more than the education that you gave us.  We love you for being an amazing teacher, mentor, and having you as our friend.  

Mother’s Day 2016

This year my Mother’s Day didn’t go as planned, but I was ok with that, after all I am a mother.  Being a mother for almost 16 years I have learned that there are times that you have to be flexible.  This year happened to be one of those times.

It all started almost two weeks ago when Ethan came down with a wonderful stomach virus.  The virus went through all five children, hitting Jacob and Cole twice, before finally hitting me.  Let me tell you, being 4 months pregnant with baby number six, battling anemia and the general pregnancy exhaustion while raising five other kiddos, and then getting the stomach flu stinks.  It really stinks in a monumental smelly like a rotten skunk kind of way.  The worst part of the whole ordeal was that it knocked my iron out of whack even more so and now my recovery was taking twice as long.  Needless to say, this prompted me to spend my Mother’s Day weekend in bed. 

Literally, all day Saturday and part of Sunday (until my parents arrived and I was forced to get up), was spent in bed.  I slept for almost four straight hours on Saturday alternating between extreme hot and freezing cold.  Sunday was slightly better, but the exhaustion was still there.  This is where the gift of my children shines through.

Maggie was amazing.  She literally did EVERYTHING.  She cooked.  And I mean she cooked fresh snap beans from her garden, homemade potato salad, baked beans, and rolls.  Not to mention the chocolate, blueberry, and cinnamon muffins and coffee cakes she made for breakfast.  It was an incredibly delicious day!   She cleaned, and I don’t mean a light picking up but total house disinfecting in case anyone was still contagious.    She made sure that laundry was somewhat done, and that I was napping and resting as needed.  She helped her Daddy in the garden and kept the little boys as quiet as possible while I was down.  Of course Robert and the boys did what they could to help, mainly staying outside to keep the house quiet for me and cleaning up their bookshelves, but Maggie was amazing. 

How I was greeted Sunday morning.  Freshly baked treats for breakfast, candy, and my gifts.

I was spoiled Mother’s Day weekend.  Not with a ton of gifts, although the meal out with Robert and the pedicure from the kiddos was an amazing treat, but in the actions of my family.  I wasn’t planning on being down, literally all weekend.  I had wanted to do the cleaning to give Maggie a break, but she stepped up and did it all willingly without complaint.  I was spoiled in the unselfish love that was shown to me by my family.  My children aren’t perfect, far from it actually, but for me their perfect love and help was the best gift I could have received. 

Mother’s Day weekend didn’t go as I had planned, and that’s ok.  To me, it was better than what I had wanted.  My children showed me their character, their ability to come together and work hard to help our family when it is needed.  This to me is the greatest gift a mother can be given, to see that the training and ideals she is trying to instill in her children are taking root.  I am blessed as a mother.  I am highly favored in more ways than one.  I am so thankful for my children and their sacrificial love as I recover from the flu.  Their love is the greatest gift I have been given.  I am so proud to be their Mother.  

SOUND ADVICE

Lately I have noticed a trend, especially within the confines of my personal life.  People feel that they are free to do or say whatever they choose to me or my family about the choices that we make, the way we parent, or our family size.  Most of the time I purpose to shake these remarks off.  Sometimes I am successful at letting the remarks roll of my back, like water off a ducks back.  I know that the people are doing this because they care.  In reality this unwarranted advice is often hurtful, unfounded, and sometimes just plain rude.

I am not perfect, far from it.  I will readily admit to my lack of perfection on any given day at any given moment.  However, the way that I purposefully choose to live my life within the confines of my immediate family, specifically my husband and my children, is just that; my life.  The choices that are made that affect my family are not choices that we take lightly.  Most people do not understand the dynamic of our family.  They do not see how Robert and I discuss and research what we feel are the best choices for our lives.  They do not see the time that we spend in prayer, purposefully seeking God’s will for our lives.  They do not see the in depth family conversations we have, purposefully asking the children how they think or feel about a thought or idea we are have about something that will affect our family.  They do not see how the children willingly and actively seek Robert and me out before they do anything.   All that people see is the results of our choices, and we are judged harshly for them.

I do not need to be told how to parent, how my children should or should not respond to me is quite frankly none of your business.  If I am not concerned with their responses, if I am pleased with their heart attitudes, if I know that they are responding to me with a joke that is known to our family, then take your cues for me.  Your thoughts are irrelevant to the matter.  The choices that I make in our family’s grocery intake, entertainment choices, and even my medical care choices are, in all honesty, none of your concern.   If my family is thriving, if they are relatively happy and are productive members of society, then my husband and I, their parents, have done our jobs.  Who they associate with, talks to, and how they learn and grow are, with all due respect, none of your business.  If my family is happy, that is all that matters to me.  Your thoughts and valued 

ideals are not my priority. 

Raising my children according to what we believe is of import  and is what matters most.  We purposefully follow Proverbs 22:6, “Teach a youth about the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” (HCSB).  For us this means following a Biblical life model as well as teaching behavior that encourages the growth of a child as an individual.  Trust me, as the mother of five kiddos, I can tell you that all my children are different and should be and will be treated as such.

I do not offer unsolicited advice.  It’s not my place to tell you how to manage your home or your life.  I will willingly come alongside you if you ask for my help, but I will not be intrusive.  It doesn’t matter that I’m your mother, sister, aunt, or friend.  My ideals are mine, they aren’t yours and the way that works for me might not work for you.  However, I am going to break my rule today and quote a rule I found in my new mommy handbook from my prenatal provider.  Ready?  Here it is:

                




'We don’t need your advice.  Seriously.  You might think

you have a better way of doing something.  That’s great, but now is not the time to offer it.  Go home, type up your advice in an email.  Proof read your email, twice, and then wait.  If it still seems important, send it to us in two weeks."

I think that this is sound advice.  I don’t have to justify any of my life choices to anyone.  I won’t be justifying any of my life choices to anyone.  I will defend my children and stand behind them all the time.  If I don’t ask for it, I don’t need your advice, input, or parenting “wisdom”.  I am pleased with my family.  Most importantly, my husband is pleased with my family.  Take my sound advice and stop offering yours. 

PUNY KIDDOS

I hate it when my kids are puny.  I hate it when they don’t feel good and they are so overwhelmed they cry.  That’s what’s been happening in our house.  It started yesterday with Ethan.  All of a sudden he broke down sobbing.  His chest hurt, he couldn’t read three hard words in his school work, and worst of all his head hurt and he was tired. 

Next one to go down was Jacob.  He fell asleep playing on the floor.  He NEVER lies down on the floor let alone lies still long enough to fall asleep, NEVER!  After sleeping for about three hours, he woke up with a mild fever.  Needless to say he spent the night in Mama and Daddy’s bed, much to Daddy’s discomfort, and woke up just to sit and cry.  He cried in his bath, he cried while laying back down in mama’s bed, he cried until we found Sheriff Callie on demand.  So far it’s been a day and night of kiddos not feeling good.

I HATE it when my kids don’t feel good.  To me it’s the worst thing a parent can go through.  I can’t take away the children’s pain.  I can’t take away their suffering.  I can only hug them, bleach bathrooms, and make virus killing soup (per Ethan and Daddy’s request), and as a mom it doesn’t feel like I’m doing enough. 

As a mom, I want to shelter my kiddos from everything.  I want to protect them from the evil and the sin in the world.  I want to ensure that they are protected from anything that can hurt them.  I know that this is unrealistic, our world is a screwed up, crazy, and dangerous place.  In spite of knowing this, my heart doesn’t change, and I want the best for my children.   I want to make sure that my children are always smiling.  I want to make sure that they are happy, running around enjoying their life.  I want them to be healthy.  Sadly, I can’t make these things happen every day.  I can’t protect them from everything.  There are times that I have to sit back and watch them fall, watch them cry, and watch them hurt.  In those moments my heart breaks and I stand on my knees crying out to God asking Him to heal and comfort them.  And I’m reminded of what Christ did for me, of His love for me and how he has the Holy Spirit cry out for me when I weep, hurt, and can’t take another breath on my own.

I hate it when my kiddos are puny.  But I take these days as a reminder of how precious our lives together really are.  I honestly can’t imagine my life without any of my children, and yet I know the time is coming when I have to return them to the Author of our lives who loves them more than I can imagine.  So I will snuggle them when they are sick.  I will play with them when they are healthy.  I will teach them as best as I can.  Most of all, I will purpose to show them the love of their Heavenly Father, and prayerfully direct them to Him. 

Yep, I hate puny kiddos, but I love how God uses sickness to remind us of what is important in life.  Even if the illness is just the 24 hour stomach bug kind. 

IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER SONLIGHT BOX DAY!!!!!

Spring in here!  For us this means lots of sunshine, hot weather, playing outside in the sun, and of course our Sonlight Box Day!  Box Day is right up there with Christmas for this Mama!  I LOVE opening up those beautiful boxes (this year we had two to open, YAY!), and pursuing all the amazing books inside!  There is something so special so amazingly right about opening boxes of books, even if they are to be used for school. 

This year, Box Day was celebrated on my bed!  Why?  Mainly because we couldn’t keep Jacob OUT of the books, or the boxes!  So, Maggie and I locked ourselves into my bedroom and got to work sorting books into the piles so we could organize them all.  This year all the kiddos are studying American history so it was fun to see who was reading what!  Of course Daddy had to come in and see everything he could about the World War books.  He and Ethan have already swiped a book and have been reading about the Lusitania and Hitler!  I have to keep shooing them out of the way.

The bed is overrun with books.

I feel like Santa, looking at my list and checking it twice!!!!  

After we got the boxes empty, we let Cole and Jacob have them and they colored and played inside of them.  Just one more reason to love Box Day, it gets the whole family involved.  As the little’s were playing in the boxes, I set out to organize the IG’s.  So far I have Maggie’s two IG’s organized and I’ve sat down to show her how they work.  I still need to put together the boy’s IG and organize their books.  We decided to store Maggie’s books in her room this year since she is working totally independently from me.   Once I get the boys school shelves reorganized, I’ll share all about that too!

Jacob was finally where he wanted to be!

You can see all the scribbles and amazing art designs the boys did for me on the box!

Maggie's books are in her room where she has since organized them on her desk.

Since Mag's is using Core 100, she gets her own blue binder and IG's this year!

She's all set and ready to go!

The boys books and IG still need to be organized, but I can't get them to stay out of them!

Box Day was, as always, a ton of fun!  There is something magical about getting to open all those books, to touch them brand new and unloved.  It makes for a great memory.  Thank you Sonlight for the memories, they mean the world to us!!!

SAMUEL’S 3RD BIRTHDAY!

On this day, three years ago, our precious Samuel was due.  Unfortunately for us we lost Samuel in November and never got the chance to meet him.  I never got the chance to meet him and hold him.  I’ve never gotten the chance to kiss his cheeks or rock him to sleep.  I was never given the chance to be his mother.  I have mourned him and missed him more than I thought possible; I have cried over him and I have cried out to God to fill the void in my heart, but it is still there. 

Today, April 4^th was Samuel’s due date.  Now I know my pregnancies and my children and I know that he wouldn’t have been born on his due date.  I know that he would’ve been late.  I also think he would’ve grown up to look like his Daddy, just like his older brothers.  I imagine him with the blonde hair that would slowly be transitioning to brown, just like the other boys have done.  I imagine him being an adventures little boy with a love of trains, tractors, and horses, like his older brothers.  I imagine we would be having a birthday party filled with love and laughter as we celebrate a precious little boy turning three. 

I miss my son that I never had the chance to meet.  He holds a piece of my heart; he is forever in my heart.  I may not talk of him daily, but there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss him or imagine the little boy he would be.  This month I should’ve been planning my son’s third birthday.  I’m not doing this.  I am, however, remembering his life and the impact that he had on me the short time I was allowed to carry him under my heart.  Now he is forever in my heart, my sweet baby boy.

RESURRECTION SUNDAY

Our Resurrection Sunday didn’t go as planned this year.  To me this wasn’t that big of a deal, I have learned over the years that if you want to have children you need to be flexible.  In spite of the lack of planning that went into this Sunday, it was a perfect day for us.

Our morning started off with the kiddos Easter baskets readied and the boys’ toys hidden for them to find.  Easter baskets in our home are kind of like stockings at Christmas, they are filled with tons of practical things like shampoo, toothbrushes, and a little candy.  This year Ethan, Cole, and Jacob got a Lego set of some kind while Maggie and John Robert got some new art supplies.  The boys also had their toys hidden that were personalized for them.  The little’s had new truck toys while the big’s had water guns and water bomb toys.  I know my kiddos and their gifts were a big hit. 

All six baskets waiting and ready to go.

Ethan and all his goodies.

Cole and his baskets.

Jacob and his new Mega Block tractor.  

John Robert finding his basket of toys.

While the kiddos scrambled to unload all their new goodies, Robert fixed us a super yummy sunrise breakfast.  We had ham, eggs, and grits.  Of course there was lots of coffee and orange juice.  While he was making breakfast, I was putting together our dinner.  I wasn’t supposed to be cooking, normally we go to my parents for Easter Sunday, but this year my mom and dad both have pneumonia, so cooking for us was now the new plan.  My Mom called to cancel our dinner on Saturday; thankfully she called while I was in the grocery store, so everything worked out perfectly.  We had jalapeño poppers, roast, mashed potatoes, cheesy broccoli and cauliflower, and banana pudding for dessert.  We asked Robert’s Granny to come eat with us since this was her first Easter without Granddaddy.  So while Robert made breakfast, Maggie and I threw together what we needed for our Easter dinner.

Maggie made the banana pudding.

We of course, spent our morning at church enjoying the service that First Baptist here in Lake Wales offers.  Unfortunately because our morning was so busy, I forgot to take pictures of everyone in their Sunday best. But, our color of choice was blue and everyone looked wonderful in their Easter finery.    After church we came home to eat, play, and eat some more. 

Maggie doing her weekly coffee face mask hiding with her dark chocolate candy.

This Easter there were no egg hunts.  There were no kiddos scrambling to compete and find the big money eggs.  There was lots of good food.  There was lots of sweet fellowship.  Most of all, there was time spent reflecting on the wonder of what Christ did for us at Calvary and how his resurrection made us who we are today.  No, our Sunday didn’t go as planned, but it was perfect for us.