Good Friday's Potluck & Egg Hunt at the Park with Friends...
can it get better than eating a picnic dinner on a blanket with Dad?
Saturday morning's Egg Hunt with the Harmony Park & Dana Ranch wards...
can it get better than running in circles to pick up ONLY blue eggs among the hundreds in the yard?
Can it get better than running downhill to gather Easter Eggs among the THOUSAND+ on the grass?
Can it get better than dying your fingers along with the Easter Eggs at Grandma Borden's?
Does it get better than eating neon yellow waffles with purple buttermilk syrup and BLUE milk when your Daddy makes Easter Breakfast? I think not.
Don't forget the blue milk mustache!
To top off Easter weekend, we ended up at the Tenney's to see Taylor get the Melchezidek Priesthood and eat Easter dinner.
Could it get any better than to watch all the MEN enjoying Pride & Prejudice at Grandma & Grandpa Tenney's whilst the women sat in the kitchen making dessert? (Mitchell says that "enjoying" may be too strong of a word.)
This is a good life. A good, good, life.