A haphazard family brunch.
Cinnamon raisin French toast, roasted vegetable tart, fruit salad, three different kinds of juice, hardboiled eggs, everything-flavored pretzel rings, tea and coffee.
A 6 1/2 mile family run (and by family, I mean me and my brother-in-law).
Mama Everythingtarian attempting to bike alongside us runners with a Starbucks venti green tea in hand, losing control of the bike and tumbling into a roadside ditch.
Lots of laughter.
Family game time.
Skyping my little sister in from Colorado for a rather competitive card game of Estimate. I blame my loss on the fact I had no idea how to play.
My candy-filled Easter basket, because you are never too old to get an Easter basket from your parents. Especially when it’s filled with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup eggs (with a heavenly 5:1 peanut butter to chocolate ratio).
Country Strong. Not showering. Having my mom French braid my hair. Hanson’s new song (no shame). Ghetto booty dancing on the deck. Tap dancing on the driveway. Baking. Grocery shopping. Kombucha imbibing. Sleep. Glorious sleep.
All the family’s love and attention on Doug the Dog.
Like I said, typical Easter.