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Easter Moments

“Hurry home, she’s going crazy,” were – I believe – the exact words out of my mouth on Easter Sunday. Joel had been up since before dawn driving Billy back to sleep, and Ella had woken up while they were still out. She flung open her door, took one look at the trail of bunny footprints and eggs and then proceeded to lose her mind.

“Mummy, there is SO. MUCH. CHOCOLATE!!!!” she shrieked (there wasn’t that much), and I tried my best to usher her back into her room with a “just wait until Daddy comes home”, while hissing down the phone for him to hurry. There’s only so much you can do to barricade them back. I’ve been a bouncer at Playschool concerts before. I know the hysteria.

 

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In a whirlwind four days, our Easter break has been full of the best stuff: fun fairs, beach trips, zoos, family, new babies, old friends, fish and chips, egg hunts, mexican food and frozen margaritas. I’m stockpiling it all here, like a memory portal to dump our special moments into, and so with less words and more photos, here is our Easter break, 2015. Each year it gets better and better.

 

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My sweet babies,

I love you all the time, but especially so during holiday moments, when I’m reminded how magic you turn things – or rather, how magical I want to turn things for you. Thank you for your joy. Your innocence. Thank you for how exciting it is to wake up with you on Easter Sunday. Thank you for making me reach the edge and depth of my life – despite my exhaustion – and take it in with both hands.

More memories tucked away, and I’m one blessed woman.

 

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You, my chickens, are so loved.

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