On March 23rd we celebrated Grandma Viola's 90th birthday. She talked to us about not having regrets and taking opportunities to dance when they present themselves.
It was a day of family and food and fun. And a lot of contractions as I recall (even though that doesn't start with the letter "f"). May I take a moment and rejoice in the fact that I am no longer pregnant. The rejoicing would be accompanied by a wild akaward jig, but I'm still a wee bit sore. Plus, who knows if Grandma meant that whole dancing thing literally or figuratively, anyway.
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| Egg hunt! Sam helped Lila and Brock helped Maisey. And then we all ate their candy and I took the quarters from the eggs. Perfect! |
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| Grandma warming her hands over the cake fire representing nearly a century. |
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| I love that we named Anabelle after these two fine Southern ladies. Lots of grit and lots of faith.What else do you need? |
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