Unfortunately it was raining in our neck of the woods so we had to forgo the community Easter Egg Hunt and improvise with a hunt of our own. Mary Tilman caught on pretty quickly and realized the good eggs are the ones you shake and hear something inside. We also dyed eggs which she was sometimes a little over enthusiastic about hence my workout clothes and her XL smock.
Easter morning this little love bug looked gorgeous. My mother-in-law is quite the talented lady and makes these hand-sewn gowns herself. A glimmer of sun gave way to a quick photo session outside by the flower cross.
Apologies for the quick recap... I am dragging this Monday