4 weeks old

My baby is already a month old! He is such a curious, energetic little boy. He celebrated his first holiday this last weekend. RESURRECTION SUNDAY! Most people know it as Easter. He was so cute in his yellow polo with matching plaid pants. Even though the size was 0-3 months, he is still too little to fit into them. But it was adorable. We decided not to have him hunt eggs. I think it would be a waste. Who do you think would eat the candle he would "pick up?" His daddy and me. Do we want to be eating candy till Halloween? I don't think so.

The hunt has begun.

His Nana took care of him for me Sunday. I was able to enjoy myself and my husband. Corban was in good hands. Nana changed diapers, fed and played with him. While mommy and daddy were having fun. Not that Corban isn't fun!!!!

THAT GO-CART WAS FUN!!!!

We had a great time hanging out with family. I love my family. There are 50 of us total, and when we get together, it's loud! When we are all together, there is one thing that is important to us all...food. That's the reason we see each other. Italians love food. So can you imagine what the dinner table is like once grace is said? It's a race to see who gets in line first. (Not limited to the young ones!) I wouldn't trade my family for anything in the world. My grandparents have 5 kids, 15 grandkids (9 are married), and 12 great grandkids (one is on the way). As you can see, we are still growing. Nothing beats family time!

This is my cousin LeaAnn and Aunt Laura. Don't let the patch scare you. She just had eye surgery.

this is an actuall
fight, just kidding!

So sad

I found out yesterday my grandfather passed away. He had been struggling for a long time. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer about 7 years ago and I guess that was the turning point. He had continued to fade away from us all. In these last days, I know he was happy and content.

I know he had found Jesus to be his Lord and Savior. It is comforting to know that I will one day see him again in the presence of God Almighty.

One of the sweetest things I have seen while watching my grandfather's life slip from ours was the relationship he had with my grandmother. I had recently sat with her and asked her if it was always this way between the two. "No!" Was her response. "Life was rough and hard. We didn't always get along and sometimes he was a mean man." Looking at the way they were with each other, you would never think they ever fought. I never saw a more true love than the love they shared with each other. I know in my own marriage, things get a little tough, but love holds the mold. I saw true love in the eyes of both my grandparents. It's not a first love look, nor was it a passionate one. The look in their eyes read tenderness and commitment. An adoration. They would of been married for 63 years this June. Not many people can say that these days. Most people can't say they've been married for 5 years.

I know my grandmother will miss my grandfather. I can't imagine losing a spouse. Especially after being together for so long. But they will be reunited one day. Heaven awaits this joyous reunion.

Corban was the last great grandchild my grandfather will ever see. We happened to go to their house after being discharged from the hospital. That was the first and last time Pawpaw saw me and Corban.