Easter ended up being harder and more emotional than I anticipated. It had less to do with it being a holiday and more to do with the topic of conversation: death and resurrection. The good news of Easter was simultaneously a reminder that I have to wait much longer than 2 days to see Keith again. Sweet Caleb asked on the drive to spend the weekend with family if we could take a car or train to visit Daddy.
Despite the sad cloud hanging over the weekend, it was a very special time with my dad’s extended family. Lots of laughter and fun new memories!
Caleb was beside himself when he realized there were electric trains, an ATV, a digger, and a milk truck (a truck painted like a cow).
Both kids got to have some quality time with GiGi (great grandma Giannattasio)
Libby can be a very serious baby, but she started giving glimmers of the smiles that are now constant!
We got to go see a real train. Caleb was so patient since it was a long wait on a chilly, windy day.
But once the train came into view, the wait was worth it. I wish I had a video of his pure joy.
We stayed to touch the train and watch the engine get uncoupled and recoupled to pull out of the station.
Caleb got to dye eggs for the first time. I think he enjoyed dying his hands as well.
Easter morning we made resurrection rolls. We talked about how Jesus got buried in a tomb as we rolled marshmallows in crescent rolls and then baked them.
When he realized the marshmallows were gone, he got really stressed out, said a bunch of words we couldn’t understand, pulled his shirt up, and then ran away.
He was ecstatic that his Easter basket included fruit snacks. He’s easy to please. He also “planted” jelly beans that turned into lollipops. He was more entertained that he could fit multiple lollipops in his mouth at one time. It’s a good thing sugar doesn’t do much to this kid.
He had a practice egg hunt before church.
And one with the big kid’s later.
My favorite two moments: my cousins finding dozens of lacrosse balls in the field and Caleb yelling, “yook, mama! Easter bunny poop!”
He got to have a sleepover in my cousin’s room and they are now best friends.
I hate having to make new memories without Keith, but I’m thankful that there are still memories to be made together.
(and yes, we took our family photo in front of the digger. It’s only right.)