Today was Easter.

You girls woke to overflowing Easter baskets on the fireplace and we started the morning by going thru all of your presents.

(I think each of you got a good bit of candy, a book, and a pair of pajamas.)

Afterwards, we live-streamed the church service on our living room TV.

How odd it was to celebrate Easter church services by watching the sermon from our couch.

We watched in pajamas while we drank coffee. You kids played – and eventually watched TV in the other room – while mom held T.

For lunch we had hotdogs, and H, you and I went on a drive just to get out of the house (I wanted to go and you were the only one who wanted to come with me.).

Mom dressed all three of you in matching Easter dresses and we took a few pictures just to capture the moment.

We did two different Easter egg hunts in the front yard – one before lunch and one before dinner.

We even managed to get in a short walk before it got dark.

You girls were so tired tonight and we poured you in bed early. I only yelled twice. One of you only cried once.

I am thankful for the lasting hope that today’s celebration represents.

And I am so glad I got to spend the day with you.

I love you.

-Dad

T, you took the longest nap today on my chest.

It was special because – well – you just don’t do it often.

Last child and all, mom is often reluctant to give you up.

When I do get you, mom is needing a second to go and do something, and you are often not happy about it (I’m not the mama).

But today, somehow, you hung out squirming around on my chest, awake and happy as can be.

After awhile, you fell asleep and we all watched Moana together int he living room.

Today we also went on a long walk, sat outside for a bit, got a perscription from Walgreens, and drove thru the church breezeway to get Lord’s supper to-go packets, coronavirus style.

I am trying so hard to cherish these little moments before they are soon gone.

Happy Good Friday.

I love you.

-Dad

I forgot about baby forehead wrinkles.

Or that babies even have forehead wrinkles…

A few days ago, I caught a glimpse of yours, T.

(H and K, you had them too.)

Let me tell you, they are adorable: They make for accentuating the absolute best scowls and frowns.

Google says that it is a result of growing still left to do…

I say God was just having fun when he made my newborn daughters – if even for a short moment – look like my grandfather when they frowned.

T, grown up slowly, please?

And keep the forehead wrinkles around for as long as you like.

I love you.

-Dad