Wish You a Cup

Just like that the holiday weekend had come and gone.

We are not a very religious family in practice but there is something about Easter that just screams new beginnings. With each new beginning comes hope, love and yes, even faith.

They come in some expected places - these words.

Tucked in nicely between two of your favorite people, gluing your whole world together.

And some not-so-expected places.

Sneaking in there between Great-Aunt hugs and cousins who are learning the meaning of sharing. Every one's expression in that photo sums up life and new beginnings quite nicely: some of us dive right in grabbing away while some of us hang on stubbornly. I hope this new season has our little family diving right in.

Our religion? Is the faith that Poppy will always have fresh shortbread cookies on hand for any grandchildren or even great-grandchildren that make themselves comfy in his faithful recliner.

His stories? His life experiences? His good nature? They are our family's scripture, one that has raised four children, 11 grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren without fail. Poppy just has so much hope that it is hard not to believe - in something.

I believe in laughter and in not taking life too seriously.

I believe in curiosity and hunting for the good stuff.

I believe in white blankets spread out on green grass and afternoon naps in the shade.

Whatever you believe, I wish you a cup that runneth over and a little extra whip cream on top.