A story of three Easters 🤍
Let’s go back to 2024.
We had finally gotten to the point where my body was ready for an egg retrieval, and we booked a late flight to Florida on Easter night so we could still spend the morning with Elise. It felt important to have that time with her before stepping into something that felt big and uncertain.
That cycle ended up not being successful. But even still, it felt symbolic being there on Easter—right in the middle of a season that’s all about new life.
When it came time to transfer an egg, we always joked that we were putting back our best “Easter egg.”
And that egg stuck on the first try.
Our due date? Easter 2025.
Somehow, it all kept tying back to Easter.
Otto ended up coming a week early, and we were home by Easter Sunday. He got to spend his very first Easter at home with Elise, which felt like a full circle moment after everything it took to get there.
It was extra special for me because I got to dress them in matching Southern Slumber pajamas—something I wasn’t sure would happen if he came late or we were still in the hospital.
Instead, we were home.
Eating crawfish, nursing a newborn, and soaking it all in.
Fast forward to this year—
Now we’ve got a freshly 5-year-old and an almost 1-year-old keeping things busy in the best way.
Safe to say… Easter’s a little special around here 🤍
