Easter

Easter was our first family holiday. We decided to stay in Dothan for the weekend and go to our home church. The church had been building a new sanctuary for several months, and this Easter Sunday was our first service in the new building. Barry and a couple of our friends had staked the place out in the days before and chosen the pew that would be "ours." To my dismay, it was on the front row of the balcony, meaning we stood behind a banister barely 3 feet high, dozens of feet above the floor below. Needless to say, I held Canon tightly during that service.

Because we were in such a rush to get to church on time that morning, I was determined to get a family picture once we returned home. Don't let the nice house and Pleasantville neighborhood fool you. When necessary, Barry and I can rig up a good, old-fashioned redneck tripod with the best of them. Our particular tripod consisted of an ironing board and a stack of books set up on the sidewalk outside the house. If only I had a second camera to take a picture of the tripod for those of you who don't believe me. It took us several tries, but we were finally able to capture a half-way decent photograph of the three of us. Canon is crying, and I'm standing like an offensive lineman, but the important thing is, we have a picture of our first Easter as a three-some.

After eating a pot-luck lunch with several of our friends, we went to the hospital to visit Jordan and Alicia Yates who had just given birth to their first daughter, Ava Grace. As Canon had already been dubbed her boyfriend, we wanted to introduce them early. Ava was born April 11, just one day shy of Canon's one month birthday. Only time will tell if these two were meant to be.