Simple Joys Surrounding Easter Weekend

It seems a good time to take a minute and consider with gratitude the many ways I have been reminded of how blessed I am these past few days. Here are a few:

*Eating a grand Easter Supper with a multitude of dear family and friends

*Planting spring flowers with Abigail and Jonathan

*The delectable smell of roasting turkey

*Snuggling in bed early in the morning reading books with my two boys

*Seeing the startled expression on Jonathan’s scrunched-up face after tasting a sour pickle

*Homemade frozen chocolate pie with fresh whipped cream

*A clean oven (my “automatic” cleaning cycle always causes the oven to short and blow a fuse or something, so i must do this task manually. hence, when it finally gets done, it is an event, and one to be most grateful for!)

*Receiving an unasked-for kiss and hug from little Jonathan

*Getting a letter in the mail from a lovely grown-up young woman whom I mentored as a junior and high school student

*Watching my husband and children fly a kite (even if it did end up stuck at the top of our tallest tree, thereby ending the fun!)

*Little Nicolas’ extreme delight over the fact that he is now staying dry and can wear his adored “Bob the Builder” and “Thomas” underwear

*Celebrating Jesus’ resurrection by worshipping on Easter Sunday with family, and listening to all three of my children sing “Up From the Grave He Arose” with utmost enthusiasm

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
he tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave he arose;
with a mighty triumph o’er his foes;
he arose a victor from the dark domain,
and he lives forever, with his saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!
~Robert Lowry

A Fortuitous Mistake

Saturday night I mixed batter for Nestle Toll House Cookies, so we could eat freshly-baked cookies during our family movie night. Bambi was the featured presentation, by the way. It was well-received by the children, and inspired an interesting and healthy discussion about hunters, animals, etc.

But back to cookies: by some mistake I set the oven to 350 degrees, instead of the recipe-called-for 375 degrees. I’ve made these cookies dozens of times, and for whatever reason just messed up. Well, I’m here to tell you that I will never again bake my chocolate chip cookies at any other temp than 350, for this batch yielded the softest, most beautifully-colored, and delightful cookies I think I’ve ever had. It took a bit longer than the 9-11 minutes cooking time in the directions, but the end result was spectacular.

If you’ve never heard how the Toll House Cookie came into being, you’ll enjoy this link. Turns out the original batch of cookies were a result of a “mistake” too!

Evil

Or, should I say, none of it…
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Hang on to your hats: Spring is Breaking!!

This from our 4 year old earlier today as I was getting his breakfast,

“Mommy, on Monday, is spring going to break?”

Jonathan has an uncanny sense of time and an amazing concept of days and dates for his age. He had been told sometime last week that this coming week is spring break. While I’d tried to include the fact that school would not be in session for the week, etc, he evidently had other concerns about this week. Such as the idea that the season, spring, which he knows comes in March, would start breaking on Monday.

I love the privilege I have as a Mommy to see the world in entirely new ways, courtesy of the thoughts of my children.