My Dad is a pastor, and growing up, we lived right by the church, so the annual Easter Egg hunt took place in the church yard and our yard. I’ll always remember the hot July day when I found an old egg in the garden. Smelly times.
Today was very pleasant. The Royuks and Pesters invited us for a scrumptious lunch, and the rest of the day was spent getting very little done. Tara had a great time finding eggs! Here’s a sneak peek: