This was Easter two years ago. I still love that tie and I love Bear’s (mostly) toothless grin. I had forgotten how long it took for her teeth come in…
Here’s Dad eliciting the facial expressions I love most.
And I don’t have a single picture from last year. I remember stuffing eggs in my closet, scared the kids were going to come find me, but I don’t remember if I hid them inside or out of the house? What their baskets looked like?
Complete and utter blur.
This year. A better year.
The eggs were outside, dyed real ones and plastic ones filled with loot (mostly coins and a little bit of candy).
Claire has a new best friend, a smooshy pink velvet bunny named Spring that was waiting for her in her polka dot basket.
And Cade had a robot pail full of legos (and a book or two that he tried to “give away.” Punk.)
So, we hunted for eggs at the crack of dawn while coffee brewed and the sun warmed us up a little bit.
And I counted my blessings.