I am sitting here in all the glorious splendor of motherhood, trying to write something. trying to record a piece of life.

and she's bouncing on my legs and trying to climb up to get the balloons she knows are hidden somewhere in mommy's organized desk area. and she wants to color with big girl pens and she wants to stand on mommy's legs. I tell her no... i tell her to sit and she sweetly turns and kisses me with a fierce love, trying desperately to distract me from the fact that she is indeed still standing on me, reaching for things she thinks she needs to play with.

And then she wanders away still singing "I may never..." like a broken record player since she hasn't been able to form the words for the entire song.

She got into chocolate this morning. Well, correction, i left her Easter candy out on purpose for her to enjoy in her playroom and after a few pieces, i had told her to wait a while. so, she got quiet and pick up toys to play with...  a half hour later she was still playing quietly...

actually, she was unwrapping chocolate eggs and eating them like her life depended on it. And, i just had to smile at the simple enjoyment of chocolate Easter "eggies,' because Jesus gives us these things. He leaves chocolate Easter eggs out for us to enjoy. every. single. day.

she is back now, squeezing my face into funny looks and giggling at the contorted view of my face. She is telling me "sit" because she knows that it's on the tip of my tongue as she wiggles like a little worm. And, now she is a little baby asking to be rocked and being all silly.

And she is one of my "Easter eggs." and so is her daddy. and so is everything else we have this day... the crocus raising it's purple petals high. the gray day. the yummy candle burning in the kitchen...

all blessings and joys for us to enjoy.