We came home from church Sunday morning to find that our front yard had been covered by Easter eggs. I’m pretty sure Rush thinks they were somehow put their by Mel, Hunter’s dog. That does seem more logical than a bunny, as Mel was actually in our yard at the time.
The luxury of being the oldest child with a sibling who is not yet mobile is that you can pick up an egg, eat all the candy. out of it, then repeat and repeat and repeat with each additional egg you find. I’m pretty sure –no exaggeration- that he ate almost a pound of Skittles on Sunday.
The Easter service was beautiful as always. It’s probably my favorite service of the year, so joyful and fresh and new. We came home for the traditional Easter mimosas, because what better time to drink champagne than Easter? Nothing can top it.
We’re enjoying the post-holiday quiet this morning, with Tate napping and Rush playing with the empty Easter eggs. Although I hear Tate waking up now, so the quiet may be short-lived. Happy Easter!
Awesome seersucker suits!
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