Basket Hunting
Easter worship was a joy, and a necessary pause to settle on what Christ's triumph holds for God's people.
After church I picked up Oma Lynn, and it was already late afternoon, so while the food was finishing up, and hungry guests were waiting, I hid all the children's baskets at one time, and let them loose to search at the same time. It was chaos.
I have one picture of Marnie, one of Pippin, and none of baby Ian or Tessa or Tadhg or other family. Millie was kind enough to drive this all-nighter Abigail and Oma Lynn to her house that night (which, incidentally, is why Oma Lynn and I are still living). We arrived home around ten o'clock, and we all gratefully flopped into our beds.
The Exciting End.
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