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Bye-Bye Bunnies


Easter is one of my favorite holidays. The hope and happiness of the season makes me smile. I love to decorate my home for Easter. I usually go all out and leave nothing bare. I love it!
Well, as soon as I put the Easter decor out this year, I find myself putting it away and it isn't even Easter yet! I sort of felt sorry for all my bunnies. They didn't get their time to shine this year. Poor bunnies.

We are trying to get our house ready to sell and we are trying to de-personalize the house to make it more attractive. It is pretty boring if you ask me, but boring seems to sell. We will hope that it works. I do hope to get it on the market in the next couple of weeks. We are waiting on the relocation company to get the ball rolling. (Roll on and roll fast people!)

Rand will start his new job the day after Easter and I will stay here and work until I find a job or my replacement comes on board here at the school. So much to do in such a short time. Pray for us. It is exciting yet a tad bit overwhelming.

So, here is a picture of one of my cute Easter wreaths. It will not be displayed again until next year when it is on the door of our new home.
Abby

Comments

Anonymous said…
Your Easter wreath is cute. I hope the house sells soon! Glad you're coming back to God's country :)

Melissa
Matt and Jolee said…
Good luck with your move. Selling a house can be stressful, huh? God will take care of you. He always does :)

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