It was another pleasant Easter Sunday.
My mom's house is perfect for Easter Sunday. So bright and cheery:
The highlight is always the adult Easter egg hunt. This year, we added a little bit more pushing and jostling. I would have taken pictures, but I was too busy unsuccessfully trying to steal other people's stashes.
Ryan found the most eggs AGAIN, but he cheats (and I stand by that accusation).
Kent only found three eggs, but he received the coveted egg prize: a $20 bill.
The grandkids had their egg hunt afterwards. June "found" three eggs... (I may have swiped a couple from her cousins' bags.)
Can you spot the fake smiles in this picture?
After all that pushing and shoving and gnashing of teeth, we went inside and had a beautiful lesson about the true meaning of Easter. Actually, THAT was the highlight. I love hearing my family's testimonies.
Now I'm off to train for next year's hunt, but I can't find my bow staff.