One batch of hardboiled. The other blown out. Hoping one of these days I'll get around to doing an Easter tree. Only Hudson helped -- a teeny tiny bit -- this year.
Easter morning. Never too old for an Easter egg hunt. (Hudson got one more than Cole this year).
Van wondering where his basket is. Last year we were in Florida on Easter, so technically, this is his first Easter. No plastic eggs were harmed. A miracle.
Joan invited all over for Easter dinner. It was an absolute feast. Always lots of laughs.
Granny and her grandchildren.
Us. It was so great all being together.
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