Easter was spent in a familiar place.
E. and I searched for eggs as is the custom.
The custom I did not know about was Daddy
helping E.
Don't worry I have it all under control...
Even with Daddy's help and assistance...
...I still had more eggs in the end.
We counted all our eggs.
Then we shared our spoils with all.
Yes--I love sugar but I love being generous as well.
There was a moment for a group photo...
We went home to rest up for an evening egg hunt
with O. and T. at their Grandma's house.
There Daddy is still helping E.
There is nothing like an egg hunt under trees.
I know Easter is all about Jesus--but I am thankful for the Easter eggs.
He is risen indeed!
how egg is so colored?? what egg is this?? May I know
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