We're Not Perfect

So how was your Easter?

Ours was great ~ thanks.

It was a perfect day - gorgeous weather - no obligations - happy family.

And as I downloaded these pictures off of the camera and sat down to write up the "perfect" Easter post from my "perfect" little family, I realized there was nothing perfect about this day....

We were all tired and grumpy when we got up super early to see what the Easter Bunny brought us.......

 And tried to get Bubba interested in his basket.....

I tried and tried to get the perfect shots of them oohing & ahhing over their goodies.....

nope.

All I got was Bubba going crazy over a piece of Easter grass on his foot....

Or upset because Sis wouldn't let him have her Peanut Butter Eggs.  I mean it was 7:30 in the morning.....

We found a few eggs that the Easter bunny didn't fill......try explaining that one.

And a few more empty eggs.......

yeah Sis, the Easter Bunny's not "perfect".

All was gone through in less than 15 minutes.  Egg hunt done with a disaster left in it's wake.  Like my "perfect" living room??

And how's this for "perfect" parenting?  Yes, that is a baby eating a bit of chocolate before breakfast.

Like you never let your babies have some......

And on to the "perfect" Easter picture of the family.

Wasn't happening.

ok- give him my lens cap and see if that will get him to stand there.......

 no, don't tickle him......

 kids- just keep on smiling til Bubba looks up.....

Insert Dad who says, "I HATE this - you always try to get the "perfect" shot."

Wow- your right.  I do.  I want that perfect family photo.

But why?

Why put up that facade that we are that "perfect" family?

We have our messy house, our Chick-Fil-A-cause-I'm-too-tired-to-cook nights, not-so pretty parenting moments, our chock-ful weekends so we get no rest........

There is nothing perfect about this family.

And I love it that way.

I can look at this "not-so-perfect" picture and see all the amazing memories this "not-so-perfect" family has brought me.  

The worries.

The laughter.

The tears.

The joy.

Pure "perfect" joy.  

And that's what so perfect about my family.