Easter Morning
Even with filling the Easter baskets three days early, Someone ended up having an all nighter, after all. As usual, I enjoyed the quiet time to reflect, and as a bonus, I saw the sun rise on freshly fallen snow.
Thank goodness for fake forsythia. The real stuff will bloom a month too late this year.
John's and my alter egos had a nice chat before the girls awoke and tumbled downstairs.
I started making these silly surprise eggs at five a.m., so this wasn't the year for ornate embellishments.
When I heard the children stirring upstairs, I got really excited and couldn't stop grinning. Not because I'm a weirdo (tho', granted, that may be) but because they look like this when they come in and see the colorful table. In spite of my grumps and impatience, I love them all so. I do!
Aidan was happy enough with his measly bread crumbs,
until he noticed everyone stuffing cinnamon rolls in their faces.
2 comments :
That last picture is my favorite, he's so cute!
He was very disappointed in me. :)
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