I know I've said this before, but I am happy for the people who surround me now. I have actually always been happy about the people around me my whole life. What I mean to say is: It could have been really bad. I could have moved out here and have been swarmed by people with whom I just do not get along. But I have been swarmed by really kind-hearted, gracious loved ones of my husband. And they have turned into my loved ones too. Here's a little Easter album for your enjoyment, or at least mine:
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| W and I went to the in-laws for an Easter supper on Friday night. That's Pop, sister-in-law and baby Margie getting tickled or maybe the piggies are going to the market. |
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| This is sweet Bowen running up and down the corridor. |
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| And again! |
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| Having too much fun... |
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| One last time! Bumping Mama. |
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| Sitting around after supper talking. |
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| On Saturday, we went to the family cabin for a crawfish boil with the extended family. Watch for alligators. (Note: This may look like where we live, but it is a different Delta lake about 15 minutes from our home, but just as lovely in my opinion, just more alligators, which yes, I agree, takes away lovely points). |
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| Fishing! |
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| Jackson's socializing with all his friends. What a gorgeous, gorgeous day. |
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| Dave is someone's husband from New York. I got to document his first crawfish. |
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| Needs some more pointers on how to suck the head of the crawfish. Wait, I want a few crawfish. |
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| There they are! Wait, those are moving |
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| Right. Cooked crawfish. Much easier to eat. |
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| Cabin view from the end of the pier. |
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| First experience of the crawfish hands. |
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| This is my brother-in-law and I with Little Eagle lake behind us. |
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| Sisters talking. |
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| Jackson eavesdropping on conversations on the pier. Well, he might be staying cool in the shade, but you know I want to pretend he is human. Because I think he is human. |
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| Other brother-in-law thinking he might get a bite. |
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| Spanish moss? I believe? |
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| The other side of the lake is where W plants cotton this year. |
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| My uncle took a pic of my cousin. We were trying to get one of those good pictures where you can see everything that's going on behind us in someone's sunglasses. |
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| More chatting gathering. |
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| A fish jumped in. |
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| And then a boat rode up. |
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| It's okay. We know them. |
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| Two fish in muddy water. |
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| LT! |
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| Fish out of water. And wanting a towel. |
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| Yep |
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| Where are you going Jacksey? Wanna get away? |
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| Crawfish, crawfish, crawfish, crawfish. More crawfish. |
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| Bobo what's that? |
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| Big boys playing in the ice chest. |
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| Friends. |
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| S-I-L and Margie Moo. |
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| The party-throwers--my in-laws. |
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| Get him Bo! |
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| He actually really likes to be scratched there. |
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| Interesting. |
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| Oh no. You can see the emotion. |
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| And breakdown. |
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| Cooking burgers in an old shed. |
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| More of the old shed. |
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| Another old shed behind that old shed. |
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| Egg hunters. |
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| Announcing something I've never heard of! |
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| I love to grab his turkey chin. The guy is a baby magnet. |
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| Somebody spots something in the water. |
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| Pop is coming. Apparently an alligator is too close to the pier. |
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| Alrighty. |
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| That thing didn't even blink. |
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| But everyone else did. |
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| This is our little family. |
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| Cousin love. |
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| My love for my dog might be irksome. But hey, you would be the same way buddy. Ok? Trust me you would. |
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| Tell me something good. |
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| Grands. Uh, those cheeks are too much. |
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| Oh it's pinata time? |
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| Get it Bernie! Crack that egg! |
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| You can do it. |
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| Or we could just stab it on the ground. |
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| Damn candy is just not coming out. |
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| Little baby love. |
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| Wow. No ma'am. It's not time for children yet! Slow down there, overly-excited-by-babies crazy girl. |
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| And then there was an adult Easter egg hunt. S-I-L found hers. |
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| Just when you think your egg hunting days were over. |
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| It was fun to look for eggs again. Everyone had to find one egg. |
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| But then there was 1. |
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| So we all started pitching in to help the last duckling find his egg. Except for me because I just sat up on this fallen tree and laughed at a bunch of adults looking for one egg. |
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| Jackson helped. |
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| Once everyone found their egg, they could decide whether they wanted to trade or not. One egg had a hundred. This year's bride got the hundo! Welcome to the family, B! Was jealous but happy she got it. |
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| And then on top of all that, a birthday! Happy Birthday Meg! |
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| Then we went for a drive in the ranger |
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| Swamps flying past |
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| Fiances riding in the back. |
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| And the sun's going down. |
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| Guess who sat shotgun and made me sit in the middle. |
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| No words here. |
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| Moments of silence. Except for Al Green playing on the ranger |
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| Those clouds. I tell you what |
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| I love the touch of the airplane line too. Nice |
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| Ooooo, even better. |
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| I can't stop--they keep getting better. |
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| Always wants to be a part of the conversation. |
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| Nighttime falling. |
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| Mother-in-law |
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| Cabin at night |
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| I see the moon for sure. |
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| So a camera could never fully get one of these moments. With the awesome, wispy clouds and the still lake with the line of moon glow on it--the most unbelievable, lowest, fattest, most orange moon I've ever seen. This picture does not even come close my friends. Literally stole my breath away from me. |
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| I just keep trying to capture it. But it was an incredible personal moment. Wish I could share--would have to get some kind of special camera I am sure. |
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| To wrap up this happy easter, W made me a salmon salad last night. It was DELICIOUS. So good. So impressed with him. |
I hope your weekend was fun. If it wasn't, make this next one really really fun. Busy week ahead. Glad I had time to check in with you. Love to you!
Amazingly,
Liza Jane
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