Happy Easter!
We started the day at church. The soon-to-be-doctor had to be reminded to wear dress socks with his slacks instead of athletic socks. Some things don’t change.
This year I decided to take our annual pic in the backyard. We get outside, rushing to get the pic before the rolls burn, and the dog frantically starts digging up the hostas I planted yesterday. I’m fit to be tied! I yell for Wes to intervene, and Ryker pulls out a chicken! A dead chicken. Nothing says Easter like your dog proudly carrying a dead chicken in his mouth all around the yard. The neighbors love us.
But the rolls were perfect! The carrot cake was even better!!
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