My nephews (oh, and my sister and her husband) were here for six days. We did...ALOT. They were hyper, hungry, and hilarious.
We went to the Washington National Cathedral for easter sunday, came home and hunted eggs on my sidewalk (above) and then they headed out. My apartment is much quieter and less messy, but I loved having them here.
Side note: Four year old Luka somehow managed to get a sip of communion wine at church this week. He turned to me, grinned and yelled at the top of his lungs..."Jesus's blood tastes SO GOOD!"
I wanted to sink through the floor, as our whole section started giggling and he pumped his fists in the air like a mini Jersey Shore contestant.
Tomorrow I turn 31 years old. I am more content and happier than I have been in years. For absolutely no good reason, other than just getting more and more comfortable in my own skin.
Here's to my next thirty (one) years.
