Easter

We had a lot of fun during the Easter season. The Friday before Easter the kids Ken and I colored Easter eggs. We all had so much fun. On Easter Sunday we invited Grandma and Grandpa Downey and Grandma and Grandpa Tennant(Ken's parents or course). We all had a nice time visiting and eating.

Christopher coloring his eggs.
Kirsten had so much fun coloring her egg red. She didn't want to take it out of the red. Silly girl.
And of course Ken. We had to get a picture of him the father of the house.
The kids and I in our group picture.
Here are the kids wrestling with their Grandpa Tennant. They love playing with him like this.
Kirsten climbed up in Grandpa Downey's lap all on her own. She is such a loving kid.

Here is a picture of Grandpa and Grandma Downey. They look so good here. They really enjoyed themselves.

Thoughts on What makes a home a home for me

One of my favorite memories of my childhood is coming home from off the school bus to find the kitchen full of the smell of fresh homemade bread. Me and my siblings just loved a fresh piece of bread buttered and spread with jam or honey. This is one of the many things that made home a home to me. Fresh bread. I guess it spoke to me of how much our mother cared about us. She not only knew it was cheaper to make homemade bread she knew it created a special kind of love communicated only with cooking in this way. Perhaps this is one reason I cook and bake the way I do. To me it speaks of caring. It short it made our house a home. And when I make bread in my home I have created with my husband and kids several years later the same thing for my kids. The smell and taste of home cooking no matter the kind make a house a home.