Held Together by Grace

On Easter Sunday 2026

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Hey… my loves, Happy Easter! 💋

Today wasn’t perfect… but it was real, full, and quietly beautiful in the ways that matter most.

I’m sharing a piece of me and my Easter Sunday with you, not just the smiles and sweet moments, but the honest undercurrent too… the kind we don’t always say out loud.

If you’ve ever had a day where your heart felt full and heavy at the same time, then, yea… You understand. Join us? 👇

Today was Easter Sunday…

And, ya’ll… honestly…

I woke up with so much anxiety… It had already wrapped its fingers around my throat. (And not in a good way)

It wasn’t just one thing. It was literally… everything.

Fears for my kids, my grands, our dogs, my friends… it had me panicking every moment past 3 a.m. I could absolutely not sleep at all.

Heaviness that makes what should be a beautiful day… feel like something I have to fight my way into. I wanted to stay in bed… but I got up anyway.

I went to church, stood and praised… and let myself be there with him.

And all I can say is… the production, the music, and the message softened the edges of my thoughts.

The ones that told me to stay in bed. I was able to breathe a little deeper.

And then the day unfolded most beautifully and extraordinarily.

After church, my family all gathered at my oldest twin, Samantha’s, house. She and her soon-to-be husband, Allen, and my two grandsons, Cason and Kai.

My youngest, Hunner, came with her boyfriend Tay, along with my grandsons Cameron and Zuz.

My younger twin and her husband, Dusty, were there too… with my other three grands, Xander, Jaxon, and Brodie.

7 beautiful creations… 7 future men of the world. my ♥’s.

And of course, my best friend of over 30 years, Amy, was there, because she’s family in every way that matters and the godmother to my kids.

The house and yard filled up the way it always does.

It doesn’t matter where we gather.

Familiar faces and loud laughter. All the people who have seen me at my best and at my most undone… and stayed anyway. Family.

Even one who saw me at my worst and didn’t stay… my ex-husband was there. He is the father of my girls, so for their sake, we’ve learned how to be friendly.

And honestly, it just felt like life. Real, layered, and imperfect.

My whole world gathered right there together.

• We ate sliders like it was a competitive sport. I had 3.

• We hid 200 eggs, as if we were all training for the Olympics… of chaos.

• We watched four little boys light up as they had discovered treasure in the backyard. (Yes, I have seven grandsons, but three can’t walk yet!)

• We took pictures.

• We made memories.

• We let time slow down.

And somewhere in between the laughter, the noise, the sugar highs, and the camera flashes…

I realized something.

My anxiety showed up all night. But it didn’t win the whole day, because joy showed up too.

Connection and presence showed up. Love showed up in the form of sticky fingers, full plates, loud voices, and people who are my rocks.

First… Jesus, then my daughters, my grandsons, and my friends.

I’m sitting here now, exhausted in the best way. And I just feel… grateful.

Not because everything is perfect. It’s definitely not.

But even when my mind tries to convince me I’m drowning… my life keeps offering me reasons to float.

Today was soft where I needed it to be, yet loud where it needed to be. Healing in ways I didn’t expect.

And I am so very, very blessed. I can only pray that every one of my fellow Substackers had a beautiful day… Happy Easter 🐰 💋

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