Somehow I went all day today without taking a single photo. Laura's Easter basket, what she wore (not that it was a new dress), our last Sunday at church here. Nope, no photos.
Easter is a glorious holiday. I'm very thankful for my beliefs and faith in Jesus Christ and his atonement and resurrection, but it's also great for the family togetherness aspect of it. We had steak and blue cheese au gratin potatoes for dinner.
Friday was our 10th anniversary. We had grand plans for dinner -- the Waterfront Restaurant at the (still somewhat new) Hyatt -- but our babysitter fell through. We still went, but Laura came with us. Not that it wasn't fun and all. (My specifically requested gift was an apron from this site, which I saw in an article in the BYU alumni magazine awhile back.)
The Summit of the Americas is here in Port of Spain this week. Preparations began months ago, and there are advance teams and temporarily assigned employees and such arriving every day now. I've met some of them, but overall I'm out of the loop -- which isn't a bad thing given that Laura and I are leaving before the summit even starts.
Our flight out is Wednesday morning, and we should be back in Washington, D.C., by late that afternoon. Am I ready? Heck no, and I doubt I will be when the time comes. But I'm pretty ready to leave. And to have a baby in about seven weeks. And not just because there really should be a limit to how much horrendous foot swelling a person should have to deal with.