The Lord knows I’m too tired to write anything coherent and too sugared up to be taken seriously. Of course, that’s never stopped me before. We made a quick trip to Georgia to spend Easter weekend with family. Upon my arrival, I was bombarded by this monster that I apparently created.
He is my dad. And, y’all, he is on The Twitter. Now, I will not deny my love for The Twitter. But watching my dad learn all things Twitter is something I never expected to happen. When I told him he could just type “w” for “with”, he responded, “Always?”
No. Only on Saturdays. Do wha?
Well, I must admit. I am proud of him for joining the Twitter Revolution. So welcome to Twitterverse @JBurenGoss.
We had an enjoyable time in Joe-Ja. (That’s for you Cindy Beall.)
Here are a few of the grandkids with Farmor, Kris’ mom. Farmor is Norwegian & Swedish for “Father’s Mother.” Just so ya know.
The kids are always excited to go to the farm. But when an Easter Egg Hunt is thrown into the mix, it’s like taking a trip to Disney World but without the $29 hamburger and $100 t-shirt.
And, a few pics from Easter Sunday…
That’s my mom with Anna and me. Can a sister get a loan on a bottle self-tanning lotion? I need not show those legs again in public without some serious coverage.
We headed back to Oklahoma too soon after Easter lunch. This was the scene by the time we reached three-four-O. (That’s my fancy pilot talk for 34,000 feet. Impressive, isn’t it?)
It was wonderful to spend Easter with my home church family.
And, it was even more wonderful to celebrate the greatest three words in history:
He Is Risen.
How was your Easter weekend?