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.