Easter day not as expected. My inlaws decided not to drive through the snow up north to come over. Instead, while I was cooking, The Husband endured my singing at the top of my lungs, along with GLAD (see below) followed by Rich Mullins tunes as well. Good thing my neighbors like us.
My boys next door, T & D (honorary grandkids as The Husband calls them) were anxiously awaiting some egg decorating. And I think they did a fine job.
Now we're stuck making egg salad all week, but it was well worth it!