Sunday mornings are pure chaos over here and this past Easter Sunday was no different. I had big plans for a fancy breakfast, neatly pressed clothes and perfect little curls for Emery. Perhaps even some relaxed downtime before we headed off to church. Time and time again has proven that Sunday seems to be the one and only day that one-or all of us sleep in, where I am digging through a pile of laundry for their “Sunday best” and trying to shovel food in everyone’s mouths as fast as I can. Behind it all are two sweet children that don’t notice any sort of “chaos” and they definitely don’t notice their very simple breakfast or their very wrinkled clothes. Sweet spirits. Happy Sunday.