It is currently 51 degrees outside. I am sitting in the study with the space heater blasting warmth onto my feet. Across the street and down a little, a man is mowing his lawn. Welcome to the paradox of April.

Happy belated Easter, all.

Our Holy weekend started off with sleeping in, followed by a Good Friday service at our church (sidenote: I am so happy to have finally found a church in Rockford. The congregation might not be the youngest, but the preaching is engaging, the worship is uplifting, and it all around seems to be a good fit for both Josh and myself. Yay!). After church, we spent the majority of Good Friday looking for a reasonably priced solid dresser, which is more difficult than one would think. At the end of the day we returned to Pino Viejo, a Mexican store that is going out of business. Long story short, although we thought the dresser that we wanted was sold, we got it: a heavy-duty, solid, completely made of wood, clothes won't fall through the bottom of the broken drawer dresser, all for $250; and with Philip's help, it now occupies a large space in our bedroom. Yay :)

Saturday we got up early to head home and instead drove straight down to Gramma's for lunch. Aunt Naomi and Uncle Todd were both there, and Dad, Jeremy, and Rachel showed up not too long after we did (Mom had to work the weekend and couldn't come--boo). It was sort of like Thanksgiving in the spring. I loved it. I love my family. I love the farm. I love that no matter where I live and no matter what happens, home is always the same. It's very comforting.

We also visited Gramma and Grampa Beck; Jeremy left so he could make it to church the next morning with his girlfriend; Rachel and I ran a few errands in the evening, and then we all kind of pooped out at home.

Sunday, of course, was Easter. It was the first Easter Josh and I have spent together--hopefully the first of 75. Church was pretty full, and that's nice to see. It was also nice to see lots of kids--even though they were incredibly distracting during the sermon (which I blame on the parents more than them)--at least they were celebrating the Resurrection in church, and maybe the fact that Easter is about more than Cadbury eggs sunk in, even a little bit. I hope so. I pray so.

Now, back in the ol' Rock. All is well. Started a gym membership yesterday (so much for all my whining) and went this morning, and I feel FANTASTIC. Wait til tomorrow ;) Am convinced I will keep it up, and am excited to see what difference it makes.

This was incredibly boring, and I apologize, but as far as I know no one really reads this; perhaps it is worse, then, that I just bored myself. :) Oh well. Good for posterity's sake!