Holidays bring out the best

You know I was trying to find something to talk about because I am always at such a loss for words. I have to give a lot of credit to the wonderful two year old who holds this house hostage. It is always great to watch kids during the holidays and harken back to your own enjoyment of them before it just became dollar signs, travel, and deep family resentments.
Emma began her day with a great breakfast of smarties and chocolate. The sugar buzz is fun to watch for a little bit. It definately reduces the attention span quite a bit. Her attention span right now is just a little less than yours. See, I caught you drifting off didn't I. Well, back to the tale. I was getting ready, last minute of course, for church and Emma was busy unwrapping her chocolate treats and other candy. As the pile on the table got larger and larger I began wondering if I should actually stop her, or wait to see if she could successfully unwrap her entire basket of Easter treasures. I made one fatal error, and you can probably guess what it is. Yes, I told her NO. It was on! I wasn't sure if they would let us in church with all the hell she was raising all the way there.
We enjoyed a great family meal after church. Since the greater part of my family is now gone . I have been adopted by the in-laws. I am saying that as if that doesn't naturally occur in the marriage process anyway. This is marriage number three I should know how this works by now. I can say that I am blessed to have the family that I have, and I thoroughly enjoyed dinner, but being a skinny little feller it didn't take much to stuff the crap out of me. It's tradition to eat twice your weight and then take a long nap. I love tradition.
I thought that I would share family lore hear again on this Easter. The story of Emma reminds me of all the great times my mom and dad had to deal with when I was little (actually still to this day). I was just around Emma's age of two and we were just getting ready to walk out the door to go to church. I had been throwing fits about wearing the shirt that my mom had put on me, and apparently wanted to take one last opportunity to make my point well known. As we walked the few steps down from the kitchen to the door I pitched a fit, fell down the stairs, and we were on our way to the hospital rather than church. After six stitches, a few hours, and a little bit of trouble I finally got to change shirts. What a great kid I was. I know that everything that I am going through now with the kids and grandkids is less than the payback that I deserve. I have a lot more to be grateful than I think most of the time.
I hope you find time today to find one thing and thank the Creator of it that he made that yours to enjoy.