As long as it works for all the locals, we generally get together on Palm Sunday with my mom’s side to celebrate Easter. This year was no exception. It doesn’t seem like it was too long ago that all of the grandkids (meaning myself and my cousins) were doing all the coloring of eggs. Now, I barely get my hands dirty as the table is filled with all the great grandbabies.
Trevor and Charity both enjoyed it this year. Charity had a tendency to get a little crazy with the spoon in the dye cups…
…but then had some quiet time on Daddy’s lap, coloring an egg with a crayon for quite a while.
I don’t remember ever having 90 degree weather on a Palm Sunday, and while that’s a little warm for me, I’ll take it over the cold and windy that it often seems to be. It was great for water gun fun and an egg hunt in Grandma and Grandpa’s backyard.
Trevor is in love with Fayte. He is constantly asking me if he can call him on the phone, when he’s coming over to play and tells me frequently, Fayte is my best friend forever.
