Easter week-end was full of celebration, fear and fun and finally gratitude.
Saturday at one daughter's home
Good food simmering away.
The cooks, daughter Jennifer and son John, were calm they were busy cooking and talking and didn't see a thing.
Lucky for us.
The rest of the family huddled around the front door.
What was going on?
Looking pretty rough.
"Come here Mamaw, this would make a great color painting for you to make."
The TV weatherman was just about pinpointing
We were expecting baseball sized hail, according to the weatherman, this is what we got.
We were all ready to kneel down and say our prayers of thanksgiving after that was over.
Easter Sunday at another daughter's house.
Oh course great food and a lovely setting.
I love the romantic chandelier.
Gibby was the belle of the ball.
The girls had Easter ribbons and sweater for
He would not keep his sweater on.
QMM and granddog Gibby
Gibby is named by my daughter Rachel for her favorite character Gibbs on her favorite TV show.
The young ones are always smiling and joking and posing.
On Monday night I am typing this and it is thundering and lightening and pouring down rain again.
My creeky joints don't like it.