It has been one of the sweetest and most unexpected blessings of my life that my parents and maternal grandmother now live in the same city I do. My parents moved here this past summer, and my grandmother, widowed for several years, moved in the fall. We all live within a mile of each other.
I still pinch myself, sometimes. Nearly all of my adult life has been spent without family nearby. To have them all here now is just a little slice of Heaven. The best part is the occasional spur-of-the-moment get-together, like the one we had on Saturday.
It was a Girl’s Day Extraordinaire. My daughter, my mother, my grandmother and I all went out to do some Easter dress shopping. While I’m generally not much of a clothes-shopper, and certainly not much of a dress-shopper, I make an exception when it’s the week before Easter.
Well, and when my grandmother is buying.
On my way out the door, I grabbed my camera. My husband gave me a puzzled look, and I reminded him: "Four generations of Southern women going Easter dress shopping together! It’s bloggable!" Strangely, the look on his face remained puzzled. It must be hard being a man.
We hit Steinmart first. I ended up buying not an Easter dress, but an Easter blouse, to wear with Easter pants. It’s all about the flexibility, y’all.
Here is my mother with my daughter. The audio that accompanies this picture is my daughter telling my mom that "your hair looks awful." She is just a delightful ray of sunshine, my girl.
Next stop was Sears, where–wonder of wonders–all the little girls’ dresses were 50% off. We found several pretty ones, but my daughter actually chose her own Easter dress. I could tell that she preferred it, because she actually stopped talking, pointed at it and gasped so loudly I thought she would swallow her own tongue.
And it’s easy to see why the dress spoke to her. If there’s ever been a cuter one, I’ve not seen it:
You can bet your sweet biscuit I’ll be at the fabric store this week, trying to find some ribbon to match those "pokey dots," as Corrie calls them. I will make the most fantastically obnoxious hair bow that Easter Sunday has ever seen.
Even with all the pretty dresses and the half-off sales, the treasure of the day was the time spent with my two favorite women, laughing and enjoying each other. As we giggled over lunch, I wondered to myself how it could possibly be any sweeter.
I don’t think it can.