Tuesday, April 6, 2010

In Love and War... and Easter Eggs!

The following is a ridiculous amount of pictures from our Easter egg hunt at Nana and Pappy's house...its almost to much cuteness for mere humans to handle....you have been warned....

looking out the window for eggs!

The hunt for the baskets begins, Isabella said we had to do this first so she would have a basket to carry all the eggs she was going to find... the girl thinks ahead.

maybe in the playroom....

not a basket... but something....
Swords!!! Yay!!! Now we can beat each other and mom and dad won't yell!!!
...or we could just hit Nana and Aunt Julie... either way....
Finally, Isabella finds the basket....Tommy is still over on the battlefront trying to finish off Nana :)
It must seem that all Daniel does is eat while the rest of us have fun... not true... sometimes he sleeps :)

Tommy is getting ready to hunt.... he feels protective head gear is more important than and egg receptacle.
Nana is giving her the pep talk....
Or the guilt trip... 
"Tommy is little, let him find some too."
I too am the oldest child, so I've got that speech memorized.

And off we go... with cute shoes of course....
And now my favorite part of the whole day!
Bella found the last egg... then she waited for her brother and showed him where it was..
My heart is happy :)
And so is Tommy's!
So this is what my mom meant when she said there will be moments of unspeakable joy...
I love that they love each other.
I remember watching Isabella play at a playground when she was little and I was pregnant with Tommy and my heart ached for her all alone, surrounded by all those big kids, she looked a little lost, and more than a little overwhelmed! This is a big part of why we have three kids and we will hopefully have more, there is something special about someone with whom you share your whole history, someone who was there with you from the beginning. 
If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother.  ~Sam Levenson
 
To the outside world we all grow old. 
But not to brothers and sisters. 
We know each other as we always were.  
We know each other's hearts. 
We share private family jokes. 
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.  
We live outside the touch of time.  
~Clara Ortega