I love Easter. Love it. I love that is represents rebirth and new beginnings and life and love. And Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs. Love those with a passion. May I just say for the record that in the name of new beginnings and fresh starts, I didn't even have one this year. Not even one. I am just a little bit proud of myself.
While Nico cannot partake in the joy that is peanut butter, he did partake in the joy of all that is chocolate. In fact, every time he slipped a piece in his mouth, he said to himself, "Happy Birthday!" Works for me. And Noah enjoyed some pureed fruit and sweet potatoes. Next year, baby, next year the good stuff will come.
Our afternoon was spent with our besties, who hosted the Easter Egg Hunt of the year, and who remind us again and again that friends are the family you choose. The food, the company, the weather, and the shared joy was PERFECTION.
Happy, happy Easter!