Sunday Will Come

It's official, we're moving because we've officially started looking for plane tickets. It's been official for 4 years. We knew this would happen. It's just that now it's in my face, time is running out, why are plane tickets outrageously expensive, official. That's all.

I am semi-terrified, not because I think I won't like it, but because I think I will love it. And then what? What will happen to my assurance that there is no better place to live than California if I learn to love a new place just as much?

I grew into myself here in California. I've never felt more at home, more comfortable in my skin than in this town where Enzo's little boy buddy goes to school dressed up as a princess, and the couple next to me at breakfast this morning passive aggressively "talked" about their wedding theme. She wants Country. He wants African.

I like the outrageousness of this place.
It makes me question myself constantly and yay(!) for that.

Brazil will be a trip. I just know it. I'm so used to being the foreigner in the relationship, now Christian will have to master that role. Enzo will do capoeira (if he wants) and so will I. We're going to live walking distance from very beautiful beaches, you know, the kind of beach where people pay a lot of money to visit. Do come visit us please. We leave in August.

I'm telling you all this in advance so that you can start looking for tickets now. And when you find that deal, pass it on to me.

In all, all seriousness, from the bottom of my heart seriousness, I want to express my gratitude for a living God. Expensive plane tickets -- whatever. My life is full of blessings.

Today was a crazy day running to and fro. I had a breakfast meeting to attend to. I made the Peeps S'mores I told you about and took them to Enzo's friends' cookie party. I got stuck in major traffic trying to take the kids to the Church's Easter egg hunt and got there just in time to see all the other kids opening up their eggs. Enzo and his friend Junie were surprisingly good attitude. I think I was more disappointed than they were. We drove back and I made fish for dinner, not because it was Good Friday but because I seriously only had fish left in my fridge. After dinner I hid 50 plastic eggs in our backyard for Enzo, Baby Maria, Junie, and sister Olive. Junie's mom brought Enzo's bow tie that she made for him to wear on Easter Sunday. Maria will also get to wear a hand sewn dress made by Junie's mom. They will look their Sunday best.

We live a full life. Obviously busy, but that's not what I am referring to. I am referring to full as in overflowing with good things. Blessings.

I am grateful for Easter because it reminds me of the resurrection and the resurrection reminds me of hope. I've had hard ass moments in my life. Now is not one of them. But around me there are friends who are going through hell. I am pleading with God that he will bring hope to those who need it the most.

Sunday will come.