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Easter is pretty much the best day ever. It is spring-ier than Christmas and more magical than ligers. This particular Easter was beautiful. The warmest Easter I can remember.

So, I made the kids do our picture outside, despite their complaints about it being too bright out there this morning. I took 60ish pictures  and Bennet’s eyes were closed in 59, I think. He knew I wouldn’t change my mind about the outside picture, so I think he just closed his eyes and took a short nap. You won this round, Benny.

I wish you could have seen Lydia in real life.  She was a picture.  She was…  miraculous. Well, maybe if you are her mother she was those things.  But, I did hear a few gasps and whisperings about how sweet she looked as I walked into church (late… again).  So, I don’t think it was just my imagination.

She is pretty awesome. I tried to get a picture of how darling she looked, but sometimes cameras just can’t do little girls justice.  She was better in person. During our pictures, one of our chickens wandered into the shot. Baldy is her name, if you were curious.  She isn’t bald as her name would suggest, but when she was a chick, she looked like a bald eagle, I guess.  At least, according to my kids.  Now she just looks like a chicken. A song I sing quite often around our house is that “Little Girls” tune from Annie.  –Usually when one or more of my girls is having a meltdown over something.
Little girls
Everywhere I turn I can see them
I eat, sleep and breathe them
I always thought that I would have 2 girls and 2 boys.  I don’t know why, but I was sure that was how things were going to go. I like my boy so much, he’s such a sweet, easygoing kid… I was hoping to have another little dude just like him.  When Kitty was born, it was a bit of a shock.  I had convinced myself she was a little blonde boy named Henry.
When we decided to have our fifth, I figured it would definitely be my little boy.  –And 3 girls and 2 boys is not much different than 2 girls and 2 boys, after all…  just with a bonus Kitty.  I admit, I  never saw the four girls and a boy thing coming.
But, dang…  these little girls are my people.   And little girls are never better than at Easter.
Some women are dripping with diamonds
Some women are dripping with pearls
Lucky me, lucky me
Look at what I’m dripping with…
Little girls.
It’s pretty awesome.


