Palm Sunday

As I sit here typing with baby barf running down the back of my shirt, the dog out back digging up our freshly seeded grass, and Ms. A sidewalk chalking the screen door, I can say with some authority that life is not always perfect. But often it is really good, and we definitely found some of that goodness at Oma & Opa's on a beautiful Palm Sunday weekend.

Looks like fun, doesn't it? I am so happy my kiddos get to love this place like I did when I was their age (and still do). It's always hard to leave, but thanks to my Grandpa, we leave laughing: he always hugs us and says, "Be good...or at least be sanitary." After the amount of ticks we picked off each other I'm not sure that we even achieved that!