I guess we usually think of emptiness as a negative thing.
But after years of calling the ironing pile Mount Neverest, I still feel celebratory every time I empty the basket.
And I can't overcome the feeling that it should echo when I speak into it.
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On Easter, we celebrated another emptiness.
And a beautiful emptiness it is!
We had a lovely Easter.
The goilies kept to tradition by hunting for hidden jelly beans inside the house on Easter morning.
It got fairly brutal near the end of the hunt, when both goils went for the same jelly bean and Miss Helping Hands knocked Miss Mary Mack's entire bowl of jelly beans to the floor.
Perhaps we will start leaving the jelly bean hunt to the next generation.
They were here for Sunday dinner on Easter, along with our married shoots and Me Darlin' Mither.
While we were at the dinner table, Miss Mary Mack entertained us all by telling us about her Easter morning in fluent Spanish.
It's exciting to have someone in the family who is bilingual.
And she's determined to teach her little niece and nephew to speak Spanish, too.
Here is Tia Maria y Mija celebrating Mija's very first Easter.
Muy linda!
The grandshoots posed for pictures with their bunnies.
But my favorite photos are the ones we tried to take of the two of them.
After a few minutes, Little Man, who'd lost a shoe in the ordeal, had had enough.
I captured a shot of his escape; with Baby Girl falling off her perch on his lap and all eyes focused on Dada.
I love the real stuff.
And kids always let you know...
...when they've had enough.