These Quiet Hours

The house is quiet now - sweetly melancholy. 

Just yesterday - full of life - joyful noise. 

All of us, together again. 

An Easter celebration, 

And a sweet daughter's birthday. 

As I go about the task of putting things away, 

Sweet memories float to the surface, like bubbles in champagne. 

A day of love and laughter, good food, happy faces. 

As I stack dishes and gather glasses, 

Scrub pans and tidy up, 

I think of how this once bustling kitchen

comes to life less often these days. 

But that just makes it all the more memorable when it does. 

The time we do spend together seems much more precious. 

With all the preparations and hard work behind me, 

And sweet memories of family filling my mind, 

I gather the fruits of my labor.

The delicious remains of the day. 

A rare sunny morning - to savor. 

A sweet reward in these quiet hours. 

A special toast (with leftover champagne!) with a flute that says,

'May the warmth of our affections survive the frost of age.' 

A humorous nod to this time of our lives. 

(And our name)

A quiet day of rest and reflection. 

With delicious sweetness left behind. 

Heather's 'from scratch' decadent chocolate birthday cupcakes. 

With memories of another special birthday celebration,

Jen's dipped strawberry 'carrots in dirt cups', mint chocolate mousse.

And a blessed Easter together. 

The loves of my life
From left to right:
Jen and son Dustin, daughter Heather and husband Eric,
My Mr.,
daughter Jennie (birthday girl), Erica and son Gabe. 

xoxo

Thank you, Dear Friends for all of your Easter Blessings. 

I hope your Easter was filled with many lovely Blessings, too. 

xoxo