We hit the road north from Florida on Saturday. Dayquil kept me going through the early stages of the flu on the nine hour drive to north Georgia, where we stopped at Mimi and Grandpa’s for the remainder of Easter weekend. Jon carpooled down from Nashville Saturday morning with his brother and sister-in-law, which allowed me, upon our arrival, to bury my chattering, feverish carcass under mounds of covers and not emerge for many hours.
A little more Dayquil, and the Easter fun commenced on Sunday. The kids always love a visit to Mimi and Grandpa’s house, and Easter is up there on Corin’s holiday list. It’s up there on mine, too, for a lot of reasons. It’s not hard, even with a chattering, feverish carcass, to find my gratitude for the hope that grounds every part of my life, thanks to the message of Easter.