Ever since I can remember, our family has colored eggs for Easter and then they were hidden for my brother and me to find. We still follow this tradition but some things have changed...
The coloring of eggs has turned into an intense competition between those that are involved. We usually place the pressure of deciding the winning egg on Grandma Fisher. When Jeff and I hunt for them, it is an all out battle and race for the superior child to find more eggs.
I am proud to say that even my on-call, tired husband was able to participate and made a beautiful Buckeye egg- what a (predictable) guy! We missed the family that we did not get to see and hope to see all of you soon!
2 comments:
the egg behind the pillow was mine and you know it....i think we all know i should've won.
Nice eggs Nick. Your scrubs match.
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