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Oh man...






...I have a ton of pictures I want to post. So forgive me please, I cannot resist.

My parents came down for Easter, I was so happy to have them with me. As the pictures will testify, they absolutely adore the baby. There were just as many squeals coming from my mom as there were from Madison. It was a hoot. We enjoyed a lovely Easter service at Matt's Momma's church..Moriah and I cooked, we visited, we ate, we enjoyed sitting outside, Matt played basketball, Moriah played with Jayden...all in all a lovely time.

When everyone left, the house was empty..except for Madison and me. The bustle faded, and silence fell. It was an empty feeling that leaves you only with memories and maybe a stinging threat of a tear or two. I was so busy running around trying to get everything taken care of...I felt like I missed it all. Until, that is...the next day (today) I opened the pictures Moriah had been taking all day. Then it all comes back with a tear and a smile.

I love to have family and friends over...I just hate it when they leave.

DO YOU KNOW, I did not get any pictures of the girls in their Easter dresses! I could kick myself. I will have to dress 'em all up again.

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