Road trip to Austin on Friday morning: Bright sunshine, windows down, cool breeze, perfect music, Starbucks coffee.
Austin time with Hunter and Mom: Mom is tiny and adorable. Hunter's Bluetooth has become a permanent fixture to his head. I am appalled. Lunch at South Congress Cafe, followed by junk digging and a giant shared cupcake from the cupcake trailer across the street. Good talks over bad coffee. Abortive attempt to see Alice in Wonderland at the Drafthouse (sold out). Dinner at Kerbey Lane instead almost makes up for it. The length and pace of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford does not. Should have known by the title, just typing it makes me tired.
The Austin Whole Foods Experience: Went for a late breakfast. Was paralyzed by over-stimulation and indecision. Ended up with a delicious breakfast taco, some kind of digestive aid juice, agave nectar and whole grain pastry flour. And a headache. Too many people. Too many choices. Too much guilt. Such a spectacle!
Walmart run the Day Before Easter: No explanation necessary, right?
Art and Andrea's Wedding: Beautiful vineyard in the Texas hill country. Perfect weather. Wonderful food. A couple in love and a long time in the making. We had to leave before the dancing and the cake, but we heard that was all good too. Congratulations to the newlyweds!
The Bad Sunday School Teachers do Easter: Forgot it was children's worship day. Had an intense discussion about why Jesus is so much better than a Zombie King (he's actually ALIVE, yo!). Got everyone (including ourselves) completely confused about why we say "He is Risen," rather than "He was Risen." (Turns out its mostly based on an anachronism in the KJV before certain grammar rules were codified in English. Didn't really need to know that? Funny, neither did I.) Child almost made me cry when he rejected the plastic dart gun he picked out as his prize. (Keep in mind that I personally picked out all the prizes in the magic prize box and spent good money on them at Target. Money that could have been spent on coffee and flaming hot cheetos. Also, keep in mind that this child (along with all the other kids in our class) was getting a prize for no particular reason other than it's Easter Sunday and I'm a softy. And that we'd already given them sparkly plastic eggs filled with candy. And that I had already allowed this child to trade said dart gun away from another child who had it first.) Child: It doesn't shoot far enough! Will you get me a better one? But can I keep this one too? And will you still get me a better one? This one kind of sucks! Me: *faceplant*
That about sums it up. Busy. Glorious. Sometimes hard. Always exciting. Such is our life.
On a side note: Pray for my brother, please. Pray specifically that he will know God heals and redeems and brings new life. And that God has healing and redemption and new life for him, specifically for him. Pray that he will remember that he matters. Oh, how very much he matters! I am afraid he has forgotten these things. I am afraid he can't be whole without them.
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